Princess Cruises won't take me to Mexico. Instead, they're taking me to California.

I'm not happy about this. I've been to California.

But instead of the warm beaches of Puerto Vallarta, Matzalan and Cabo San Lucas, we'll be going to San Diego, Santa Barbara and San Francisco where the high temperatures are predicted to be in the 60s.

And I've been to the zoo, the mission and the wharf.

If I seem upset, I am.

I had no problem going to Mexico, notwithstanding the swine flu scare. The  scare didn't scare me because  there is zero evidence that it was any where near the Mexican Riviera.

Yes, Mexico City and yes, Cancun, had reported outbreaks, but they are 450 and 1,300 miles away from where we were going. No one can sneeze that far.

Put another way, I don't get all worked up when someone gets a runny nose in Phoenix.

I was willing to sign a waiver, promising not to sue Princess if I got a fever — something besides looking at bikini clad senoritas on the beach — as a swine flu symptom.

Besides, I wasn't worried about getting sick. I used to eat dirt as a child and my immune system is terrific. Notwithstanding that little cancer thing I had, but that was a woman's fault, not some little germ thing floating in the air.

My wife doesn't agree with me on this. She thinks the cruise ship companies know more than they are telling. And what they are not telling us is scary and dangerous.

I don't give cruise ship companies credit for squelching a deadly disease if it broke out in the Mexican Riviera.

What my wife and I do agree on is this is an insurance company thing. Some chicken little insurance company not wanting to take a risk regular folks like me would take in a heart beat.

So now were going to California where the ocean breezes will make us shiver. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get a cold.

I won't bother suing though. Princess is going to give us half off on our next cruise. We're going to Mexico next year.