last night I did my usual drunkie talk and decided we were moving here and were going to search for hidden treasure (pronounced- tre-SHA) and wear coconut bras...well Chuck would at least....12 straight hours of Jack Johnson will do that to you.
We stayed up talking to Tricia (from Baton Rouge!) and her fiance Cesar and a real estate investor person and another real estate investor guy who's just hanging out here at the beach for a while in a floatie toy for hours each day. He lives in Vail normally and has a really really hard life....We will be praying for him each Sunday.
It's funny how I forget that I have a REALLY long day ahead of me with cranky sick kids and hot airports and long car trips and go and drink too many rums and have to nurse a stupid grown up hangover on top of everything. Nice. Very mature of me. The good news? Chuck isn't hungover! Big sigh of relief heard round the world.....
The picture above is of Bats! They have Bats here just hanging in all of the trees! We check on the bats several times each day and at about 4pm they start wiggling and getting ready to fly- it's very cool and a little creepy, but definitely not as creepy as the iguanas.
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I did not realize that Tricia and Chuck had split and she was now engaged to Cesar!
har!
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