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The worst family vacation we ever took was when my mom got the bright idea to go to Mountain Home, Arkansas.

This is what she was probably envisioning:

This is closer to what we got:

On that trip:

• We suffered through no air conditioning in 100-degree heat.
• The furniture was too dilapidated for us to sit on.
• There was one dirt road that led to a sad-looking dock.
• The mosquitos were relentless.
• I was chased by a three-legged dog.

I bring this up because Dave’s surprise birthday trip is scheduled for May and I keep trying to tell him we’re going to Arkansas. DOESN’T IT SOUND MAGICAL?