A few years ago, we went to the Dominican Republic with some dear friends of ours. We stayed at a cheap all-inclusive resort which was amazing and lovely, but sometimes we took a timeshare tour so we could go over to the nice side of the resort for the day (they had mojitos). On said tour, the guide continually pointed out all the very ES-LUSIVE things, in particular the es-lusive car-al (exclusive coral). Ever since then, Adam and I have taken to referring to things as es-lusive.
This week, we went back to the Dominican with my family (my parents and sisters and their other halfs), but we stayed in a decidedly es-lusive location. I mean: personal chef and live-in maid in a private villa on a golf-course overlooking the ocean. And, of course, mojitos.
I believe these approximately one million pictures have sufficiently demonstrated how strongly I wish we were immediately back in our villa (how quickly I become adjusted to a certain lifestyle), instead of trapped in the polar vortex which apparently engulfed Atlanta while we were gone.
Also, in case any of our supporters feel worried that we are spending all the money they send on lavish vacations, this particular vacay is courtesy of my amazingly generous parents.
This week, we went back to the Dominican with my family (my parents and sisters and their other halfs), but we stayed in a decidedly es-lusive location. I mean: personal chef and live-in maid in a private villa on a golf-course overlooking the ocean. And, of course, mojitos.
I believe these approximately one million pictures have sufficiently demonstrated how strongly I wish we were immediately back in our villa (how quickly I become adjusted to a certain lifestyle), instead of trapped in the polar vortex which apparently engulfed Atlanta while we were gone.
Also, in case any of our supporters feel worried that we are spending all the money they send on lavish vacations, this particular vacay is courtesy of my amazingly generous parents.