Another creative analogy thought up by Lucy in the middle of the night for her amusement. That whole laugh-or-cry thing. Although I'm not sure maniacal laughter counts ...

My holidays were like being hijacked, or carjacked. Whatever. Imagine.

I have two weeks off. I plan on spending them in a fabulous resort in the Bahamas. I've been looking forward to this for years. I'm driving to the airport. I see a nice old couple standing on the side of the road next to a disabled car. Upon second glance, I realize that I know them! They're distant relatives. I take pity on them and allow them to share my vehicle in route to the airport. (cue music to Jaws)

While looking so sweet and gentle, they pull a gun (guilt) and force me to go a hideous rustic hunting cabin on a lake. (I don't like lakes/ponds, as opposed to rivers/oceans) They hold me there against my will for 12 of the 14 days I have of vacation. Torturing me with planning of a lake-vacation next year too. Finally, I escape and make it to the Bahamas, where I get to spend a few hours before boarding the plane for home.

I try to explain what happened when I get home. People don't understand why I'm cranky. Afterall, I got to go to the lake AND to the Bahamas. Let me re-iterate ... I didn't WANT to go to the lake. And I only got a few HOURS in the Bahamas, instead of a relaxing resort experience. (I got cheated out of the holiday I wanted and/or planned. Thats the point)

Next time, the old people get left on the side of the road!

You know, the more I whine the better I feel. And my husband is probably thanking goodness that I've quit looking at him while thinking things loudly. Not to mention that he's spared the horror of midnight analogies :)