Spliff’s birthday weekend went just as I had imagined it would with too much alcohol, some boys with afros, and finally a gigantic, stuffed tiger.
Yes, I said gigantic, stuffed tiger.
We spent the better part of yesterday trying to imagine what we must have looked like running down the busiest street at the beach with it in tow. Me, dragging Spliff and a tiger along a sidewalk at midnight. I don’t really know how or why we decided that stealing it would be a good idea, but it did make for some pretty hilarious pictures.
Being off and spending yesterday on the beach just reminded me how badly I really do need a vacation. Luckily, I just found out, I will be able to go to Vegas for five days in October. FH says, “are you ready to be drunk in front of our grandparents?” and I say, “Bring it.”
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