ManCandy and I had a debate this morning on the Subway as to which day of the week is the worst....my vote is for Monday, hands-down. Nothing is worse than coming back to reality. ManCandy deems Friday to be the most hellacious because of the anticipation of the weekend.
Meh. There's an argument for both, but the promise of the beach keeps my spirits bright!
I am sooooo ready for some sun, sand, surf, and sipps!!!
Life is so much breezier at the beach...no schedule, no stress, no social mores shunning drinking before noon...
Peace, love, and a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol. Longer days and hotter nights.
I'm ready to sizzle. Judge me. I love being sweet potato colored! Let the countdown to Dewey begin!
Meh. There's an argument for both, but the promise of the beach keeps my spirits bright!
I am sooooo ready for some sun, sand, surf, and sipps!!!
Life is so much breezier at the beach...no schedule, no stress, no social mores shunning drinking before noon...
Peace, love, and a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol. Longer days and hotter nights.
I'm ready to sizzle. Judge me. I love being sweet potato colored! Let the countdown to Dewey begin!
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