Carrotsticks and Muffins

I liked the cooler and food theme woven throughout, but to attract the widest audience, I really think you should have named the indie film "Gottschalks in Tube Tops."

Okay, I was in stitches watching that. I could almost feel those blistering sunburned shoulders all over again at Disney World and Epcot Center. Awful. And that carpeted wall has permanently scarred my psyche in a way that only my family, fellow sufferers, can understand. Dad really went through all stages of dress and undress in that thing!

Great job! Bravo! Our family trip to Mexico shifted the pattern, though!

Suddenly, I'm remembering horribly failed vacations:

• Camping at the Grand Canyon in November (brillant!) Huddled in a sleeping bag with Franz and Winston, spooning. Trying to keep from freezing to death while the drunk French Canadians sang "Alouette" at the top of their lungs all night.
• Driving over to San Diego with the Fraleys. Heather and I both newly pregnant and very sick. Holed up in a hotel room lying on beds while Franz and Michael hit the hot tub only to find out that the International Gay and Lesbian Volleyball Tournament of the year was being held at our hotel. Assumptions were being made about the two guys in swim trunks in the hot tub. Nor were they the only two guys in swim trunks wandering around.
• Visiting the Bahamas only to be cursed at by a tour guide for being pregnant, and made to walk across miles of boardwalk in a wetsuit with a 6 month pregnant belly. Being left, sleeping, on top of a double-decker boat by all my fellow passengers as it headed toward a very seedy dock with three strange men, and away from the hotel we all were staying at. Walking miles trying to find my own way back to the hotel, in flip-flops (blistering), with a 10-lb. bag, pregnant, sweating.

I could go on and on.