I'm on vacation right now. I have a brick of sand in my crotch, and I've probably already shrieked "WE'RE NOT SWIMMING AGAIN UNTIL MUMMY HAS A WHISKY !!!!"
Or,
Maybe I've been shrieking and shrieking about all the spiders hiding in the trailer.
Or,
maybe I've been shrieking because my DIVA CUP has failed me at the BEACH.
OR! MAYBE, JUST MAYBE I'M HAVING A COCKTAIL AND ENJOYING A FABULOUS SUNSET ON THE LAKE! YEAH, RIGHT? THAT COULD HAPPEN, RIGHT? RIGHT?
At any rate, I'll miss you guys, so leave me a message after the BEEP, won't you?
BEEEEEP!!!
a chair for me and YOU and YOU! |
Can I have the shady chair?
ReplyDeleteyes Laoch! And you can make the cocktails, because DAMN, you know some good cocktail recipes.
Deleteoh the things the ocean sees. like women opening up the crotches of our bathing suits to rinse a couple pounds of sand and pebbles out of our vaginas from when we foolishly thought we could sit right down on the water line and get pushed around by the waves like our kids are doing.
ReplyDeletei hope you're having a deeeeelightful vaca with no diva cup malfunctions. i'd better remember to take mine on the cruise ship next week. i'll probably need it.
only one diva cup malfunction Sherilinnie! Hooray! Bah--I wish it were the ocean. It was the lake. The lake is good, but it deffo is NOT the ocean.
DeleteParty at Karen's house!
ReplyDeletegot an immediate mental picture of Jake Ryan's house in "Sixteen Candles".
Deletegrabbing my Margarita and coming to join you save me a spot.
ReplyDeleteOh thank god. Now I don't have to swim with the kids!!!!
DeleteOK, I have three more chairs and a fire pit. Let's go, everyone!
ReplyDeleteI love a fire pit, Leauxra! What cocktails are you bringing???
DeleteI hope you're having a fabulous time, with minimal sand intrusion and maximum sun and cocktail intake xxxx
ReplyDeleteI most certainly did NOT have a fabulous time Clare! But thank you anyway, you sweet thing you.
DeleteThat looks awesome. Can I have the red chair? Have lots of fun!
ReplyDeletethank you Tanner. You can indeed have the red chair!
DeleteOk, I have to ask because this is important----is it a vacation with the whole family? Because in my book, that's not a vacation. That's a metric shit ton of work. Well, either way have fun and tell us all about it when you get back!!!
ReplyDeleteLizbeth. Oh how I love you, Lizbeth. Why? BECAUSE YOU KNOW, DAMN IT. You just know. I always think of you when I'm in these situations.
DeleteMyself, I was relieved to learn that I didn't have to enjoy sitting on a beach with a squillion other people in broad daylight. Now, a beach at night with a special someone....or a beach at dawn with my artist friend, both of us painting.......but a beach in broad daylight. With kids? Ah, poor Karen. I hope you get a bit of personal vacation when all is said and done.
ReplyDeleteDAMN IT JEANNE, I WANT A VACATION LIKE THAT!
DeleteI love you too, Jeanne, as I love Lizbeth, because you know me, and you know better.
Here's wishing you a sand-free hoohah during your magical vacation!
ReplyDeleteI came over for a good Laugh and you didn't disappoint. I NEEDED the good Laugh, but a Whisky on the Beach is sounding like better Therapy to what ails me right about now... so I'll take that seat you're offering! *Winks* Just had me a good Bohemian Rant about Life in general, with lotsa pretty pictures just so the Land of Blog wouldn't feel like slashing their wrists after the Sad Story! *LOL* Sad Stories are really only entertaining when they're on TV and not Real... besides, most of them have that Happy Hollywood Ending... I need a Hollywood Script Writer to ensure my Happy Ending, perhaps that and the Whiskey on the Beach would make me feel a lot better?! But in the meantime, I'll come over and ruin your vacation with a bit of a Rant, sorry... but you Invited me, remember? But I'll return the favor when you need a good Rant and perhaps a Margarita... sit in the sand and pretend it's a Beach and there's an Ocean here in the Desert... okay? *Winks* Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian
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