Making adult decisions is stupid.
Or is it the guilt from making adult decisions that’s the stupid part? Or maybe it’s the disappointment from the result of the adult decisions is stupid. Either way, making adult decisions is stupid.
For the first time in 6 years, we won’t have Disney World park passes.
cue the violins • pass the tissues • write the songs
I know. First World Problems over here. We’re lucky to have had the last few years to go to the theme parks pretty much as often as we wanted to, visiting with friends who came to town, and being picky about where and when we went.
But that whole adult decision-making crap has reared it’s nasty head, and financially, we just can’t do it.
Our annual passes expired last weekend, but the last time we went to a theme park was May. Our passes black-out summer months and heavy holiday attendance days, and seriously, we don’t want to go those days anyway. 98º with 30,000 tourists waiting for 3 hours to ride a roller coaster? nothankyouverymuch
So that’s we’re we are at this point in our stupid adult-decision-making lives: Deciding we have to be all smart and shit, and it totally hurts my stupid heart.