But only in strategic spots near my pits and knee caps.
There will be no photos of this.
Right now I am in mourning due to my return to reality.
If you see any claw marks in the sand, they are mine, left there as I was dragged kicking and screaming home.
Is dragged a word?
I will post about my fab week later...when I am over my post beach funk.
Funk is a word.
1 comment:
holy crap mah. Your mind is anything but slow or old. you inlaw post just had me cackling like a monkey. (um, do monkeys cackle? In my mind they do.)
I'd personally love to see some photos of your Inlaw saga AND your burned pits:)
Hope you get that house sold in a jiffy:)
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