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People! Friends of mine!
I am back from vacation, freckled and internet-having! Despite the fact that I managed to get a sunburn rash the likes of which I have never seen (despite wearing SPF 50 at the time. Woe is me and my lily-white skin!) and stung by a jellyfish, I had quite a good time at the beach with my family. The sand was powder-soft, the water was the perfect temperature, and I got to eat lots of fried shrimp! Also, there was reading and sleeping in late and watching of old movies and the writing of a beginning for my novel. And a newfound addiction to the most fun game on the planet, bananagrams (it's like Scrabble, only way faster and more fun! Yay!). I may also have rewatched "The Pandorica Opens" and "The Big Bang" during the eleven-hour ride back home. How will we survive till the Christmas special?
But alas, now I am back to real life, and that's never a good thing. The BFF is back in town, though, and that is good. And now I get to catch up with all of y'all lovely people. It'll take me a few days to catch up on my flist, so if something dreadfully ~important happened while I was out of touch, feel free to link me here. Surprisingly, I didn't really miss the internet while I was gone, though I did miss y'all. So catch me up on your lives!
But alas, now I am back to real life, and that's never a good thing. The BFF is back in town, though, and that is good. And now I get to catch up with all of y'all lovely people. It'll take me a few days to catch up on my flist, so if something dreadfully ~important happened while I was out of touch, feel free to link me here. Surprisingly, I didn't really miss the internet while I was gone, though I did miss y'all. So catch me up on your lives!
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*is jealous of your beach-going and fried shrimp-eating* And I hope there was some kind soul willing to pee on you. Because of the jellyfish OMG what kind of perv do you think I am?
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But I want to know about being dissed by Emmie, of course!
Ha! Earlier in the week I explained to my mama that you were supposed to pee on yourself if you got stung yadayada and THEN IT HAPPENED TO ME. And I could not pee! Just like when I have to pee for the doctor--it's not performance anxiety, it's just like my bladder knows when it's going to be required to produce and it shrivels up. It was very vexing. So I had to find a lifeguard waaaaay down the beach with a spray bottle of vinegar. And later I put mustard on it. That was gross.
Your suggestiveness made me giggle. Naughty girl!
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LOL! That would totally happen to me if I was required to pee in an emergency situation. I can never pee for the doctor, either.
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