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Another day, another vacation recap. 

You know the drill..I show off one times ten too many pictures and then you beg your significant other to take you on a vacation like yesterday. Living In Yellow: making households broke one post at a time. 

I do what I can to help aid in the growth of our economic state. It’s just called caring. 

This time my sister, momma, and I headed out West to play in some California sun. 

You may or may not know that my heart truly belongs in Cali, but it does. I somehow mistakenly got placed in Indiana and haven’t had the balls to do anything about it since my birth. One of these days (ie: never) I will get back there for good. But for now, I will just have to delight in these four three night stays. You see, it was supposed to be four nights in Cali until our flight decided to have mechanical problems or some shaz like that. Here’s my thought process on all of this: I hate flying. Any time I can miss a flight due to mechanical problems is a victory in my book. I am 100% convinced that if we would’ve made that flight, I would’ve died. It’s just common sense. Not only that but Chicago O’Hare has this amazing underground tunnel that has the craziest lights running throughout it. If we wouldn’t have missed our flight I wouldn’t have gotten to walk under that tunnel. The whole time I couldn’t stop thinking about how much people on drugs have to enjoy that stretch of the airport. And it’s not that I condone the use of drugs, but with a clear mind it was incredible–add in the use of some crazy narcotic and my heart couldn’t help but go crazy for what those using drugs must feel in that walkway. So there’s that-we missed our flight, I stayed alive, and I got to experience a small portion of what Lindsay Lohan feels on a regular basis. It was a win/win all around. 

Oh but there was a fail in all of this. You see the airline picked up our hotel for the night. Turns out when an airline is paying for your hotel room you don’t actually get a hotel room but rather a board room.

You can imagine our surprise when we got to our room for the evening and saw a table fit for twenty along with a massive projector blocking our TV. Ain’t nobody got time for that. Apparently the front desk “forgot” to tell us we were staying in the board room. Minor details people, it’s cool. I forgave the hotel as soon as I looked at their dinner menu and saw the words “macaroni and cheese”. 

Thankfully the next morning we were able to get the heck outta dodge so onward and upward we went.

Side note: flights lasting over four hours are for the birds. Literally. Only birds should have to deal with that.

We finally arrived at one of the most beautiful resorts I’ve ever stayed in (fist pounds to you Hyatt Huntington Beach). Sunshine, water, sand, boardwalks, fire pits, drinks, shops..it was “I am in love” overload. 

And just like that, this post has exceeded it’s length limit. 

All vacation posts shall resume tomorrow (and the next day and the next day and..you get the point).