Life's a Beach, Then You Go Back To Work

Hey all.

At the request of my adoring fan (singular, not plural), I'm putting up a post today.

After last Monday's excitement with the dinner party, things calmed down quite a bit. We woke up Tuesday to cloudy skies, which beckoned us three marys to the mall and not the le mer (that's sea for you non French speakers).

Ah, the outlet malls of Sandestin. Is there nothing greater than the Banana, Republic that is. Overpriced and undersized shirts and pants. I ended up with some dress pants and a belt. Then I sauntered on over to the Gap and purchased a sweater and some underwear. I still ask myself, "how old do you have to be to stop shopping at the Gap?"

The sun came out a little that afternoon, so like Ponce de Leon looking for the fountain of youth. I scurried my arse over to the beach to soak up some lovely melanoma causing UV rays. *Cue Sheryl Crow's Soak up the Sun*

Wednesday and Thursday were also spent at the beach and poolside. I have a nice base tan, so now I'm considering keeping it by going to the tanning bed.