The problem with not being millionaires

Can't you hear it calling me?

You know, being millionaires would make life so much easier.

I believe that I am very susceptible to SAD - seasonal affective disorder. Basically, as soon as the sun starts setting at 430pm and the weather dips and stays below 65 degrees, I get unhappy. I was born a warm-weather girl, and start shriveling up inside when I can't romp in the sun.

So about this time every year I start dreaming about "quick" trips to my favorite island paradise or other warm-weather destination. My dreamy side starts thinking about spending days in the warm sun, snorkeling gorgeous coral reefs and chasing iguanas out of my pool. My schemer side starts thinking of ways to make it work - flights, places to stay, car rentals, etc.

Then my friggin' practical side kicks in and starts mental adding machine how much it would all cost. $600 for flights, $1200-1400 for even the cheapest accommodations, $450 for a week's Jeep rental, then another $500 at least for food, fun, and miscellaneous expenses.

$3k - just about what we just spent for Henry's new haircut. Sigh.