Disappointment

I just found out we can’t go to Disney World for Spring Break. I wept. I yelled. I stamped my feet, I slammed the bedroom door, threw myself on the bed and sobbed. 

I am 40 years old.  

Working out if I can start a GofundMe to send us there. With FastPasses. Obviously. 

Also daydreaming about rich uncles who die at a ripe old age and leave us a whacking great sum. Currently we have no such uncles. Anyone would do though. They don’t have to be related. They just have to be rich. I have watched enough Dateline episodes to know that I am on a dark path. No good can come from this.