my boss so graciously provided me with a place to stay. and by graciously he said get your butt out of this city, i don't want to see you or have you talk about work for at least 3 days. oh and please take my dog. so what's a girl to do?
GO TO THE BEACH. no brainer right there.
in reality, it was more of a hey, um dar, can i go to the beach. like friday to monday, or something? PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
i kid. i asked him if i could go. i had finished all my big projects and i was pooped.
so off to the beach the fuzzybutt and i went.
so we frolicked around. and by we i mean the princess frolicked and realized how bloody cold the ocean is right now...
days were filled with morning walks on the beach. mid morning tennis ball sessions on the beach. reading. afternoon walks on the beach. and more reading.
i wore my swimsuit from the moment i got there, until the moment i had to load the car to head home. that is my kind of lifestyle right there.
we never left the condo except to get the beach. i left the sliding door open to hear the ocean. praia and i snuggled on the couch and watched the world go by.
|storm rolling in|
|oh i am sorry, was i not providing you with enough entertainment?|
it was a blast and i was sad to have to head home, but the real world was calling. oh wait, err the 2 days of the real world were calling.