My friend, Zanny, asked me THE silliest question today.
“If I go to Hawaii for a few weeks for work, will you come see me?”
Now I can’t get this out of my mind…
Only my blinding white ass is playing in the water and I’m applying a never ending supply of sunscreen. And there are a lot of fruity drinks in pineapples!
I’m so high on the thought of Hawaii that I’m not even angry about getting a cult primary song stuck in my mind.
If you chance to meet a frown,
Do not let it stay,
Turn that frown upside down
and Smile that frown away.
No one likes a frowny face,
Trade it for a smile.
Make the world a better place by
Smiling all the while!
About Hawaii: I think you should go if you can. It’s warm there. And large fruits hollowed out and filled with booze are a good thing, sure to turn any frown upside down. About Cult Songs: Lora’s friend gave her the Primary Children’s Songbook for Christmas, and Lo’s response was “I don’t know if my mom will let me have it, she’s not a Mormon.” which resulted in a phone call to my mother, who quickly reassured the other mom that I am not a heathen and the gift was okay.
Oh my god, I’m DYING to go!
That’s so funny about Lo! I can just see her saying that.
I wanna come I wanna come I wanna come!
I say GO. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Just go. You will never regret it.
If I promise to buy you lots of fruity, umbrella-embellished drinks will you take me with you?
I don’t like the beach.
Scarlet Hip,
I’m pretty sure I’m going to die if I don’t go.
Sister Mary Lisa,
The only thing I’ve ever regretted about Hawaii is the company I’ve kept. Luckily, I don’t have to worry about that with Zanny…BFFs since junior high!
yournamehere,
That doesn’t surprise me.
My fingers are super crossed! I am working so damn hard to make this happen. I need some fun in the sun!
Oh, I would go and sit on a balcony looking at the ocean and drinking tropical drinks. I just hate sand.
Zanny,
Fingers are crossed, so very crossed!!! xoxo
yournamehere,
I didn’t like sand when I was little. Actually, I didn’t like the way sand made my feet feel when I was little. I remember riding home in the car with dried out, sandy feet, dying to wash them off properly.
Sand in the va-jay-jay is the shit.