greetings from south carolina. my best bell and i have run away for a week to my beach house. it wouldn't be summer without this trip as this is the third year in a row for this mecca of sun, books, margars and relaxation. we've gotten smarter throughout the years and have ruled out mixing anything with blue gatoraid, and not mixing cell phones with water. still, always a highlight of my year. so it's fitting that 12 (twelve!) days before i move to india, i ignore my extensive to-do list and flee south. totally worth it.
fun observation of the day...why is it that the first thing you learn in swim class when you are younger called the 'dead man's float'? if i were a kid with the tiniest bit of hesitation about the water i'm pretty sure that would send me flying in the other direction. the direction that doesn't include water or dead men. seriously, you think someone could have come up with a better name. a name without the word 'dead' in it. we were commenting on this after i took a break from laying on the beach to go float in the ocean. tough life i know. regardless of the demented name of the float, thankfully i was never scared of such a thing. apparently all turners are born with an immense love for the ocean. i realized this as my not yet one year old niece made a direct line for the water and did not want to leave. no fear in that kid. must be a turner.
that's all for now loves. go dead man float your little hearts out. cheers!
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