Yesterday was legitimately Hurray for Buttons Day. Unfortunately, I don’t know how to celebrate that. Soooo I’ll talk about something else.
I got back from the Bahamas on Saturday and spend Sunday with the lovely Laura Max before she left to return to Boston. The trip was fantastic… morning coffee and relaxation, five hours at the pool or beach, afternoon shower and Law and Order marathon, dinner, bed, repeat. And rum, lots of rum.
We ate conch (pronounced “conk.” Insert sexual joke here.) fritters and fried conch and various fruity beverages. We swam in the gloriously beautiful water. We rode jet skis. We shopped. We read. We talked. We laughed. Oh, and we also discovered guava jam, which is the definition of heaven.
We also burned. I started the week with sun poisoning and ended it with a prickling-ly painful sunburn. But it was splendid. Book review to come on Kim Barker’s Taliban Shuffle, which I spent my afternoons devouring.
In all, I feel refreshed and relaxed and spoiled rotten. It was so good to spend time with my family and catch up on all the months we manage to spend apart. And I couldn’t have asked for a better travel partner in Laura. She is my big sister in so many ways.
Yes my face looks something like a war zone what with all the peeling. But I’m tan. Nothing makes me feel prettier than ditching my porcelain complexion and looking like a Californian for once.
Enough gloating. Picture time.
|Laura loves the close-ups.|
|The water wasn’t photo-shopped. Incredible.|
|Book nerds 🙂|
|We had to take a photo at Senor Frogs.|
|Jet skiing!! So much fun 🙂|
|The original Woof (center) and my momma.|