Treasure Island - Take Two

Flying is not my favorite thing anymore.  I always get annoyed that I have to take my shoes off ( and somehow, for the zillionth time, have forgotten to wear shoes that require socks. ack.) and that you feel so rushed to pick your stuff up at the end of the x-ray machine.  BUT my friends, I love to travel so I put up with the pre-flight annoyances to get to a place much sunnier than Indiana.  

I even took the time to read The Happiest Toddler On The Block while waiting for our flight.  I must have been pretty happy. 

My sockless, flip-flop footed self and the hubs made it to the Sunshine State happy after a short 2 hour flight. 

I was so happy I started jumping for joy. And oh my goodness, I'm sure I looked stupid trying to get a picture  jumping. Bart got every part of the jump except my amazingly high vertical but I'll forgive him.
  (Nic, Ryan, and Bart - you are not allowed to comment on my super high jumping skills ;)).

And then I agreed that yes, it is 5 o'clock somewhere.  Let's live it up.

So we took some senior pictures ;)  (Seriously, the hubs sure is a hottie.) 

We also did fun things like play ping-pong

and miniature golf, that started like this

  but ended like this.  But lets not talk about that.

Mainly, I laid out here. And read Shelter Me. And listened to the two chatty cathy's that told stories about their 40-something selves late night adventures out on the town. The men they met. The girl who might have done this or that. And then one burped, loud, and I tried not to be grossed out and not to laugh out loud at the same time.  But mainly, I laid in the sun and soaked up every minute of relaxation I could. 

Seriously, doesn't sunshine just make everything a little better! Somehow, I think it does.  That and the fact that I kicked my hubby's booty in ping-pong more than once. Maybe twice.