Four months ago Terry unilaterally made some decisions about our summer vacation plans: Hawaii in July. I wasn't pleased: Hawaii in July? Why would we leave Seattle in the summer—July is one of the two months you can rely on some decent weather around here—for freakin' Hawaii? If he wanted to go someplace sunny, why not go in March? July and August are the reward we get for living here the rest of the year! Hawaii in July?!?

Now I could kiss him. We leave tomorrow.