Dang it’s hot out. I’m sure all of you non-southerners are sick and tired of listening to us cowpoke complain about the weather but this is ridiculous.
My doctor advised me to not go outside unless I’m in a pool. That limits quite a few things. And makes for an even more hilarious view of me scurrying with two kids in and out of stores when we run errands.
That’s me. Back in good old 1980ish in Port Aransas, Texas. Skinny as a string bean with a bikini that probably fit me when I was two.
Our beach plans have taken quite a turn of events. We were hoping to fly to Florida, but my dear sweet hubby thinks that would be overdoing it for my almost 8 month preggo self. And our beach jar is not quite reaching capacity for airline tickets. So it looks like we are going to take the kids to good old Port Aransas, Texas at the end of the month. About four hours from Austin. I’m not going to complain. I’m going to suck in my bottom lip and have a good time. For the kids. And really, they don’t know any better.
I do have to agree with him, I wouldn’t be up for doing much. Can’t snorkel. Can’t ride in a boat. Can’t go down a water slide. Can’t ride a bike. Can’t drink a margarita. Can’t scuba dive. Sorry, I said I was going to suck it up. But I can sit by a pool. Sit on the beach. I can look for seashells with my kids. And just enjoy watching my kids play and fish with their daddy. And I can take pictures. I think I’m going to like this little vacay after all.
Are you going anywhere this summer? I’d love to hear all about it. I’m a traveling fool. Wait, that didn’t come out right. Nevermind. Carry on.
I’ll email u today on the accommodations!
