My favorite Blogger feature is the post-delay option, or whatever they call it. I call it post-delay 'cause that's how it works for me. Thank you, Blogger, for this option, as it makes me very happy.
The week before last I sat here at Miss Pretty Pink and wrote about loathing my toes, loving Jason Statham, reading fellow bloggy gals, celebrating my husband's 35th, and Chandler's ode to K.C. and the Sunshine Band. I wrote them over the course of a couple days, then chose a special date for each one and left the land of Lulaville for a whole 8 days. Yes, my dearies...I've been getting my beach on.
What? You wanna see pictures? Well certainly...I'll be happy to oblige, and thanks so much for asking.
I need to get her in bikini bottoms. I need Boudreaux to come along and tug at those bottoms. I need for her to be the new face of Coppertone. But it didn't happen. It won't happen. Boudreaux is gay.
I'd like to introduce y'all to Michael Dutton, one of Myrtle Beach's finest. He told an amazing story of wearing tightie-whities while accidentally sitting in melted Hershey bars. He also offered to let us rub him down in oil after he donned a Speedo. YES! Michael Dutton, here's your 15 seconds of fame, as promised. Now...go change your tightie-whities, dude. (The look on Kristi's face is utterly priceless--it expresses what we were all feeling while talking to this guy!)
Everyone should spend a week at the beach with three lovely 18 year olds. Yeah, and sit on the beach with them, too. I chose not to post a picture of these girls in their bikinis because they all have amazing boobs. Y'all can surf the net for such as that, but you're not gonna find teenaged boobs in Lulaville. Here's Jessica, Jennifer (they are twins, and I lazily refer to them as "Jessifer") and Kristi...NOT in bikinis. (OK, there is that tiny shot of Kristi with the lifeguard and she is in her bikini--but it doesn't count as she's not the featured subject. Her Dad's gonna kill me.)
I'm not opposed to showing off my own boobs, though...because first of all, Libbey took this shot and I want to applaud her efforts, and second, it's just a mere glimpse. I know...you can hardly stand it, right? But Mariah's loving it! 'Cause she and I have a thing for boobs. Just sayin'.
Our mode of transport for the week! And now the girls want a golf cart of their own. Like our 4-wheeler isn't enough! Here's my lovelies with the McBride sisters--Abby and Bekah--of Clinton, Tennessee.
Napping on the ride home is a trait both girls inherited from their sleep-lovin' Mama. Don't tell her if you see the drool about to fall from her precious little mouth. She was worn out!
After 7 sun-filled days of sand, surf, and seafood it's time to return to real life. Right after a nap, please. Caroline sang herself to sleep, performing her rendition of the Beatles' "Here Comes The Sun." Yes, it was adorable, and also the perfect way to bid adieu to the beach.
We had a blast with our family and friends this past week. I read 5, yes 5 books (only 2 were about vampires, and while both were swell, they weren't Twilight. Not by a long shot!) and you know I was living it up with my beach reads--while on the beach. Hallelujah! Now if I could just capture this same feeling of joy while sitting poolside...
Come back tomorrow and I'll feature THE number 1 product to have in your beach bag. I know, you can hardly stand to wait, huh?