Eerily similar, our vacations to Utah always seem to be interrupted by illness. We only need cross the border before some vengeful bacteria attaches itself to one of us, then spreads like wild fire.
And so it went this trip to Utah with all but one of us succumbing to "Utah Revenge." Perhaps the state has it in for us due to our choice to live within the borders of its southern neighbor, or perhaps a family member bitter over our bronze skin in the middle of winter is to blame, but as with the Spanish, "the revenge" didn't stop us. We conquered it and though the girls had to skip the ski trip, the boys still were able to hit the icy slopes.
Our sincere apologies go out to our family members who might have caught the "Utah Revenge" from us. We are genuinely sorry, but you can take comfort in knowing that "the revenge" doesn't seek you, it is us that it is after.
We are not bitter. We will still come. But we do take comfort in a little revenge of our own. You see, we left the contents of Chloe's stomach in one of Utah's bowling allies!
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