Waiting to Inhale

In honor of being able to breathe through both nostrils, and appreciating the finer things in life, I'm gonna post some pics of things I really love. Colorful buildings! Sunsets!

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That's the other view from the hammock. The last 2 days it's been perfectly breezy, really quiet and peaceful. I literally lay there for hours. Then of course something walks underneath me and I'm SURE it's a rat of some kind. Surely you can imagine me trying to quickly get OUT OF A HAMMOCK. It turned out to be a crow, and it flew away into the tree. Damn crows. But still, it's the best place to be.

Oh Nose

I'm officially down for the count. This is what my trash can looks like right now:

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Heading home soon where my hammock awaits. And Sudafed.

On The Bright Side

The best part of my day yesterday is a tie between: laying on my hammock for 2 hours waiting for the sunset while snacking on a bag of fake doritos (of which I couldn't be bothered to get up and get my camera for a picture), AND... Skyping with PFF! (and mom)

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Those were probably the only 2 times in my day when sinus junk wasn't pouring out of my nose. It's definitely worse today. It can't possibly be worse tomorrow, RIGHT?! (Magic 8 Ball says very doubtful).

I'll Just Go For 1 Hour

So, the magic 8 ball convinced me to go to the birthday party at Iguanas. I really was planning on going for like 1 hour, since I was already feeling a little sick with a sore throat, and who knows what else. I mean, if I was already going to be feeling sick the next day, I might as well have some fun while I can. You know, for just an hour or so.

WELL THAT DIDNT HAPPEN.

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Why yes, that is us dancing up on the chairs. Man, that never gets old!

Then I got Iced :(

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That shit made me cry, but I got my revenge later:

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So one hour turned into a few more. A few icings later, maybe a Shania Twain song that I maybe rocked out to, maybe some chair top dancing, maybe some after hour dancing at the dang Crazy Crab, I did finally get home at 4am. The next day was a whole other story, but I'm pretty sure even if I had stayed home and watched Baby Mama, I would have felt the exact same. Score one for me!