(Shhhhh, Don't Tell)

Now that my wife has broken the story of our vacation plans, we now have to come up with a cover story to fool the masses.

In reality, we are not going to the Caymans to layout, shop at Caymanian stores, hang out with turtles, go to Hell (and back), swim up to a bar with GREAT regularity, relax away from work, celebrate our one-year anniversary, snorkel, play with stingrays, sit around and make fun of the people stopping in the Caymans from some shittastic cruise ship, or make like the newly wedded rabbits. Oooooh no my friends. We are going to the Caymans to open an account with one of those fantastic Caymanian banks those of us in the smuggling biz call "safe houses".

What do we smuggle, you ask? Project Runway design knockoffs built on an empire of tiny-handed sweat shops strategically located across the world. What an empire my wife has built.