Time for Vacation!
One of my favorite parts of work is … when I don't have to do it, A.K.A. VACATION! Now, I know that a vacation with your coworkers does not sound like a vacation at all, but when you work with your family, you don't have much of a choice.
I'm not saying that a family vacation is work, but as I've blogged before, each member of the family has their strengths and weaknesses. So when it comes time to go on vacation, certain people should be in charge of the planning, and other people should not.
I'm usually in charge of the planning. I'm the one who decides where we go, where we stay, and what we eat. The men in the family are in charge of carrying the luggage. And if unforeseen circumstances arise, it is always good to
have them on call!
One vacation in particular comes to mind. It was 1991, and we were down in Florida. We were just settling into the hotel room. There was a little kitchenette in the corner, and Tommy went over and turned on the faucet. Suddenly, water started shooting out of the pipe from under the sink! Tommy started yelling at the top of his lungs, and before we knew it, we were all standing in an inch of water. The Rizzolis did not miss a beat. Before I could call the front desk, Tommy ran to get a bucket. Frank and his father wrapped a
towel around the leaking joint. And Jane followed the pipe to the main valve and shut it off. Whew! Those were a long five minutes, but the Rizzolis rallied, as usual. Our hotel could not have dreamed of better