Some hilarious hits:
Night number one, eating dinner at Bubba Gump Shrimp. I had a plastic bib on, and was up to my elbows in crab juice. Robert just looked at me and was like....'That's my wife'.
Trying to get him to try on a salmon colored shiny speedo in the beach shop. He told me that he wouldn't even touch it with his hands, and that it was 'disturbing' that I would even ask him to do such a thing. I had tears rolling down my face in the store I was laughing so hard.
My husband telling me he was going to ignore me for the rest of the trip because I used a ziploc freezer bag as a shower cap. Have you ever? It works so much better than a shower cap. No water getting in that puppy. I guess it was a sight for sore eyes.
Robert also told me I deceived him by never telling him I was black. He was sipping the hatorade over my brown skin.
Here I am on the beach. I have mad skills on a boogie board. I kicked Robert's butt, and he didn't like it. I think he forgot I grew up 20 minutes from the water.
No relevance to the trip, just my favorite of Robert's tattoo's. He's speaking of a possible sleeve....yum yum.....
We met Mr. Crabs.
And Patrick. Spongebob was no where to be found. Go figure.
Would you eat this nastiness?
Talk about slop! I can do lots of seafood, but I can't do Oysters. GROSS.
Looks like a loogie to me, how about you?
Robert likes this hat on me. I guess I rocked it. I can't wait to wear it to my next outing only to be pounded by hours of redneck ridicule.
Crispy Critter.
Came home, threw my bags down, and picked up my son. Went food shopping with him, went for a 45 minute bike ride, bathed him, cut his nails, got him back in to tip top Mommy shape. My big girl is still in NY until Monday night. We are picking up Taylor on Sunday for a long summer stay. I can't wait to see them. There's no place like home.
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So glad that you had a great trip!
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