Once upon a time I had a sissy who invited me to be her date to a wedding.
I had to get on an airplane (BY MYSELF) to go and I ended up somewhere new.
THE WEDDING WAS IN FLORIDA.
I know. Who cares about my trip? SHOW US THE GOODS RIGHT?
I did it! On my period to boot!
All the fresh beachy air and relaxation really got to me.
And then there was the wedding…
OH. THE. TEARS.
Then there was the reception (bring on the
liquor Shirley Temples!)
The most stressful thing I had to worry about all weekend?
Whatever does one wear to a beach wedding in Florida in October when it’s 87 degrees?
Don’t worry, I figured it out.
And then there was having to read ENTIRE books in ONE SITTING in a hammock on THE BEACH.
And the sights.
Don’t consider a GPS a sight?
IT IS BETTER THAN CHOCOLATE COVERED ALTON BROWN WITH SHIRLEY TEMPLES AND MASSAGES.
Then I had to go home.
Home sweet home.
I heart Florida.