Unmotivated.

I wanted to go to Zion this weekend.

Cause it's pretty much my favorite place on Earth.

But that's not going to happen this weekend.

And I'm pretty sad.

And gloomy.

And unmotivated.

All because I wanted to go and now I'm not.

If I had my way... I'd just up and move my family to Springdale and open up a little B&B.

Okay... let me be a bit more realistic.

I probably wouldn't open a B&B cause I don't really like people that much and the idea of having strangers staying in my house with me and my kids is not exactly appealing.

My cousin has a B&B.

It's called the Spahn House.

And he seems to love having strangers in his house.

But me... I'm not so sure.

I mean, what if I was in a bad mood?

Sometimes you just wake up in a bad mood.

What kind of host would I be then?

And breakfast?

Well, Michael's lucky if he gets a Toaster Strudel in the morning.

So the idea of waking up in a good mood and cooking a large breakfast every morning is pretty much hugely frightening.  

Okay.  So the Bed & Breakfast outside Zion is out.

That's fine.

I could open a little restaurant.

I mean, I do run a Food and Beverage Department.

I must be capable of running a little restaurant.

I'm thinking something simple and family friendly.

Pizza.

Yes pizza!

With beer.

Shit.

That's already been thought of.

But I will tell you... Zion Pizza and Noodle does have some great beers!

My favorite?

Polygamy Porter of course.

(Although I get some strange looks when I wear my Polygamy tee shirt...)

Maybe a yarn store in Zion?

That's something they're lacking...

I could raise my own sheep and make authentic "Zion Wool".

I'm sure there's a huge market for Zion Wool.

And I'm such an accomplished knitter and all.

Oh... right... not quite.

So I guess I'll be spending the weekend in Vegas.