Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Wake up to catch sunrise on the beach. Sun takes forever to get up, Stacie gets antsy.
Stacie then runs 1.5 miles, but it feels like 17. She gets honked at.
Corey makes scrambled eggs with cheese and salami as Stacie discovers she's been attacked by an invisible pest that leaves little red itchy bumps. She will soon have over 40 covering her body and will whine endlessly about it.
They lay by the pool. At 9 in the morning.
Corey lathers on sun tan oil, hoping to turn raspberry pink, "I've got to build a base," while Stacie wards off wrinkles under cover of SPF 30, palm trees and umbrellas.
The have a lovely lunch followed by a smooth Italian dessert, followed by 14 scoops of ice cream, followed by a stomach ache and a nap.
The evening was filled with shopping, a single half-price margarita, and crappy take out.
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