It's me! It's me! Whoa...I feel like I've been gone forever. That "quick" beach trip wore me out ya'll. I am exhausted. And I got stung by a bee. On the bottom of my foot. In a car. I thought maybe I had stepped on a rock in my Jack Rogers, until my sister screamed "BEEEEEEE" and then I knew that he had violated my body. Do you think its true that after a bee stings, he dies? Well I do. And I hope he thought my poor little foot was worth it.
Well, what can I say about vacay? If you love white trash people then Virginia Beach is for you. If you like laying on a beach, relaxing, reading a book with no one around, then this is not the place for you. Ugh. After I left I felt like I need a bath of purell. But it was nice to be on the beach, under my little cabana. The only thing missing was the cabana boy with the spray Evian. I knew I forgot to pack something.
So what did I miss? Other than the economy collapsing? All I wanted was for a quiet August with no traffic. Congress is out of session and these should be the days of 10-4, the lazy days of summer. Le sigh...