Days x Gas x Food x Miles = I need more money!

Disneyland, also known as the happiest fucking place on earth. I don’t remember it being the ‘happiest’ place. My happy place does not include over priced food, crowds of people, long lines and large mice.
Yes, If I had my choice I would be packing my dive gear, flip flops & bathing suit and heading to Maui.

There was a time when getting in the car and driving in the general area of where I wanted to go was the perfect way to plan a vacation.
Those days are SO over. Now I have become a freak about planning.

I haven’t let anyone see the many journals I keep of numbers. I’m a number person. I hate math, but I like knowing how much something is going to cost if you add in certain factors. I like to know how many miles divide by this and rounded off to that. I love that stuff, but it consumes me. I’m consumed right now.

I am calculating the miles, the gas, the cost of sodas, the blue book value of a 1982 Dodge Aries, the amount of water it takes to ….yeah, I’m getting carried away.

Tell me i’m not the only one.