I went on a weekend holiday, or vacation if you're reading this from America. Don’t be jealous. I can’t help it that I was forced on an airplane Friday morning to head to Florida. I also can’t help it, that I had to look at this for a day and half:
I know, it was a tough weekend for Sister #1, The Cousin, and I. Saturday, I was about ready to shoot myself. I was sipping on H2O and non-fat Chai Frappuccinos while watching cute guys walk past me. It’s a tough life I live! I decided my Beach Weekend Vacation was going to be a true vacation. I decided from Friday-Sunday I would relax. Friday afternoon and all day Saturday, while lying on the beach, I didn’t read school crap I read my favorite book What a Girl Wants. Also, I didn’t get up at the butt crack of dawn on Saturday morning to go run. Instead, I got up at 9:30 and ate breakfast on a patio. The weekend in Florida was to relax and for my mind and body to recuperate.
I believe all three of us had a great time. I returned home with a nice tan. Ok, so my legs resemble a lobster but whatever. I’m pretty sure it will eventual turn into a nice tan. Also, I’m almost certain my ankles will swell down to normal size. Helpful hint…put sunscreen on your feet and ankles. I forgot about those and now they are swelled up like I am pregnant. But you know what? It was worth it. I highly recommend that everyone take a Beach Weekend Vacation!