If I didn't have to work for the man...

Obviously it's always fun to go on vacation. Three years ago we spent our spring break at the Grand Canyon and Vegas.

This was supposed to look like we were falling off

If we had won big, this blog would be so much fancier.

It's also nice to do what we are spending this break doing though - staying home and seeing what life would be like if we had won the mega millions and didn't have to work. (Hint - I wouldn't have woken up in a two bedroom apartment this morning). The problem with this is, not working is completely awesome, and it really makes me never want to go back. There is absolutely no downside to it (other than the fact that we'd probably stop getting paid).

Case in point: yesterday.

I had plans to be ladies-who-lunch with Carolyn and Casi (Casi isn't a teacher, so for her it was just a regular work day lunch). Casi works in the same building as the fancy gym that I have a week-long pass to, so it would have been criminal not to take advantage.

First, I drove downtown, and enjoyed a wonderful ten mile run (8:58 average pace!) on my favorite running route around the harbor. I even included a loop around Fort McHenry, the birthplace of our national anthem. You should all be impressed with my patriotism. 

This run would have been completely perfect if I hadn't eaten a bug. Even so, it was still pretty nice. After the run, I headed to the gym to do a class called Core Revolution, which was supposed to be a combination of Pilates and Barre, two things I really wanted to try.

See, look how fancy!

It was mainly Pilates, but that may have been a good thing, since the time we spent on the bar nearly had me laying on the floor and crying while begging for mercy. Actually, the Pilates part did that too. I thought Pilates was supposed to be for your core, so why were my shoulders on fire?

Finally, it was time to meet up with the girls for lunch. Casi's workplace gives her access to this fancy cafeteria (there were a lot of fancy things in my life yesterday) that is only for grown up office workers with the secret pass, or something. These things are really hard for teachers to understand. Anyway, we ate outside with this view.

This was a significant improvement from my usual view of my inbox during a Wednesday lunch. I didn't even have to keep my feet off the floor because there were no mice running around! 

Eric and I had plans to go to an Ethiopian restaurant for dinner last night. You know how people say they get so into their work that they totally forget to eat? It's become clear to me that those people have much more interesting jobs than I do. I was working on my report card comments when I suddenly went from satisfied to shaking with hunger in under a second. I shut down the computer, woke Eric up from a nap, put on real clothes (I wear pajamas exclusively at home) and was at the door panting like a hungry dog within about 4 minutes.  Apparently typing "so and so still has not mastered the fine art of capitalizing proper nouns" for the millionth time is not scintillating enough to overcome the hunger hormone. 

Restaurants that allow you to bring your own wine are the way to go

If you haven't had Ethiopian food, they bring you giant plates of delicious bread that you use instead of utensils to scoop up your food. Enough said.

They brought us all our food family style, but we are a family that doesn't agree on what constitutes "good food" so we stuck to our own preferences (carnivore vs. herbivore). Obviously I was way too hungry to take a nice before picture, but here's our feast after we completely attacked and devoured it.

Partially eaten food for your viewing pleasure. You're welcome.

Have you ever forgotten to eat? I'm not talking about a day when you were busy and didn't get a chance, I'm talking about truly forgetting. This phenomenon absolutely fascinates me. Hunger overcomes all in my life.

What would you do all day if you didn't have to work for a living?