"Wishing You Were Here"

...The most depressing words you can find on a postcard. They might as well put "nanner-nanner" in parentheses below it. It doesn't even help if you know the person who sent you the card really does wish you were there...there's nothing you can do but stare at the picture of the tropical paradise and wish it would stop snowing outside as you pout into the early morning hours.
Michael just had a business trip to Puerto Rico. His hotel was a 5-star hotel right on the beach. Originally the plan was that I would accompany him without Evelyn. But Michael (being the practical man he is) decided he would be in meetings the whole time, and therefore I would be bored. BORED?! On the beach with 80 degree weather?!
To add insult to injury, Michael WASN'T in meetings the whole time. The first two days they met for like an hour, and then were released to go do whatever they wanted. The rest of the week they were released somewhere between 1 and 3. So Michael spent the whole week on the beach and came home all tanned, with stories of holding crabs and having 50-year-old ladies flirt with him. (Ha ha! At twenty-eight it was high school girls...at twenty-nine it's old ladies...Michael must be getting old!)
Anyway, Michael did bring us home presents. He brought me a beautiful hand carved necklace/earring set of flowers and for Evelyn he bought a monkey that chatters when you push a button in it's tummy. She fell in love immediately and dubbed it "Peachy Rico" after her favorite specialty drink as Los Hermanos.