I would like to be the first one to say, being home from Florida sucks. Oh my goodness, did we have some fun. The weather cooperated in an insanely poetic way, giving us sunshine at the 85 degree mark, with a cool breeze coming in off the ocean to keep us from sweating profusely. I truly love Florida. The views are stunning, seeing the ocean is not something I get to see on a daily basis so I never take it for granted. The palm trees? LOVE THEM. The streets are clean and clear, the left turn lights are endless long but we had a convertible. Just more sun for us. The convertible did, however, only have a V4 engine so I felt like I was riding at more of a scooter pace, as my car at home is a V6 and Shan drives a V8. We are speedsters, what can I say?
I danced in the waves at the shore under the stars, laughed when we had our boobs bouncing in the boat, bought a new swimsuit that actually does not look half bad, laughed when Shan got burrs stuck in her feet on the beach, sat in the sunshine happily knowing my hair was going to get more blonde, and drank enough to keep a small army boozed up.
Yup, good trip. My only complaint was the small amount of sleep we had. You see, for some reason, if I get my drink on? I seem to sleep for 3 hours and then BING! I’m awake. Wide freaking awake. No amount of lying there praying for sleep helps. I’ve been this way for a long time, I accept it. And because I drank enough Friday night to keep that small army boozed up, I was wide awake about 3.5 hours after falling asleep. I rolled around enough to make ShaNaNa wake, got the stink eye from her on that one, and promptly decided some coffee was in order. When the coffee didn’t help the way I was feeling, we decided perhaps that a bit of the hair of the dog that bit us may help. So what did we do? Hit a liquor store. WOO HOO! How smart are we, seriously? It worked. Game on.
Hmm … another favorite story. Halfway into our trip we met some fella’s from Germany, who of course, spoke some English but not so much English that they didn’t have a hard time understanding us or we them. It is my true and honest opinion that ShaNaNa born with some DEFECT that she is simply not capable of understanding the German accent. They would say one thing, she would either hear something completely different, use hand signals to try and comprehend what they were saying, or yelled “WHAAAT?” a bunch. At one point, one of the guys was trying to tell her a bit about their day, what they did, ya know, basic stuff.
She stared at him in shock for a minute and said, “You have beer in your toiletries?!” He looked back at her, trying to understand what she just asked him while I sputtered and tried not to spray my drink at them from laughing so hard. I said to her, “He bought a mug at the Dollar Tree!”
Ah yes, life is good people. And Wingman, I know you’re reading so I want you to know, my hair is back to its proper color. I know that makes you laugh. *Grin*