My sister & I just got back from a week in the Southern California sunshine! (So sorry ladies, no Handsome Hubster in this one).
Our sweet grandma bought us some tickets to come visit her & the rest of our family near LA (yes, I'm yet another California-Oregon transplant kid).
We drove to the airport in true Pacific Northwest fashion-- windshield wipers battling the rain at top speed, bags packed optimistically with shorts & sandals, and pale legs coated in blotchy self-tanner.
Then we enjoyed six long, sunny days of:
-- boogey-boarding for hours (and the resulting traumatic sunburns),
|(look! apparently I run like a raptor too) & (I hope Kelsey's okay with her butt on my blog) ('cause I know YOU guys are) (wink wink)|
-- visiting with our uncle's family and soaking up all the cousin love we possibly could absorb,
|got to see our awesome grandad on Father's day! Schweet. (In other news, B.F. meter has bumped up to a 6.25)|
-- doing rascally things like taking a tour of all the nearby In-n-Outs at 1AM, and inventing a suuuuper mature "game" with my grandma's bathroom scale: how much weight can you lose by going to the bathroom? Kelsey won, with 4 POUNDS LOST in one... "sitting" (her strategy involved lots of water, then lots of coffee).
(Sorry. There's another "TMI" tag & "things that happen in the bathroom" tag for the tally.)
(My grandma didn't know we were playing this game. Now she does... Hi, Grandmom.)
-- and last but not least, somehow convincing our 70-year-old grandma to try boogey boarding.
Have I mentioned that summer is my favorite thing in the universe? Just the smell of sunscreen makes me giddy.
(Next up: part two of The Story of Hubster & Me, as told by Mr. Matthews-er himself!)