Ginn: "Next time we'll go back as a family of fooooooouuuuuurrrrrr!" (um, you mean as an egg and sperm donor, your two spawn, and their two nannies)
Dim: "That'll be stressful! Well, it's just getting there that's stressful then we can relax" (yes that's because you hand off Thing 1 and Thing 2 to their nannies so you can continue buying wrinkled t-shirts and eat burgers and shrimpies for 10 days straight)
Dim blabs about "hopping" all the way through the islands then Tahiti and Australia and Ginn does a wistful sigh and says "ugghhh that'd be a dream... that's like a wish".
Hello, you've spent more than $100K in a year on all your repetitive overpriced over-the-top staycations and Starcruiser and multiple cruises and twice-in-a-
lifetime 6-weeks Roy Disney suite stays and flying first class across the country and ocean. Enough with the pointless "oh gee golly whiz maybe someday we'll live large!"
tit. I guess it might be a dream in that you know you can't get yourself to break out of your redundant and unadventurous bubble, but it's not as if money or a an actual FT job where you have to ration your allotted PTO is what's stopping you.
I dreamed of going to Australia and NZ for a quarter of a century before I set aside 3 weeks to go there a few years ago and it cost less than just one of their stupid staycations. And I remember every detail of it even though I didn't spend hundreds of dollars on t-shirts and stuffed animals and picture frames "for the memories". And I flew 15-hours nonstop in economy but the flight wasn't full so I still got to stretch out with an empty seat next to me.