If Humping Stingrays Is A Crime…

Lock me up and throw away the key.  Seriously.

We have been so freakin’ busy that I almost forgot that we were going to be on the beach in a week.  How does one forget something that important?  Easy.  Just have the school across the street want to take your house and make it a playground or a parking lot or a gym or a school house or a day care or whatever else they want.  Then have to scurry around like a rat to find a new house.  Sprinkle in some of the busier days at work to ever exist… and you have a perfect storm.

Why do we say that.  “Perfect” storm.

What’s so perfect about it.  I think “shit-storm” works better.  Imma use that instead from now on.

Enough about everything bogging us down… I’m tired of whining about shit.  Aren’t you tired of reading it?  Why hasn’t someone told us to suck it up and quit playing victim to the world?  You dissapoint me internets.  I thought you would whoop us into shape before now… all we have got is “atta boys” and “atta girls”.  I expected more. 

Thats all I’m saying.

Back to the beach. 

This time next week we will be…

Nassau Bahamas

I will be doing a lil bit of this action…

Drinking on the beach...

And I’m sure Shala will be gettin’ in on a little bit of this action….

Foofy Drinks

See this look in my eye… its love… humpin’ love.  It’s on Stingrays.  haha

James + Stingrays = Love

Something is weird about that picture… maybe its because I’m wearing my hat underwater.  That has to be it.  Its not that look in my eye like I just crapped my pants.  Nah – has to be the hat.

There are casinos on the ship.  Not good.  Not smart.  Gambling, drinking, beaches… crappers, we might come back without a house – it might get spent in the process.

The countdown is officially on.  T-minus 5 days.  Or 4… or something.  Hell I don’t know, I just know its soon and less than a week, and LORD ARE WE READY.  Mentally at least, we have yet to pack.  I know I know… get off our backs.

Good day.

11 thoughts on “If Humping Stingrays Is A Crime…”

  1. Excuse me I have started the packing process! Remember those clothes in neat stacks on top of the dresser that you have been told not to touch?!?! Also, there is a list on top of those clothes that is being checked off as things get stacked. I’m going to be ready to go and you are going to be packing at 5:00 Sunday morning and I’m not going to help!

  2. @Shala – ok, ok… so you have started. BIG DAMN DEAL. I will get it done, I am good at procrastinating. I’m just putting off my procrastinating this time. Wait… nevermind.

    @Heidi – it shall. Oh, it shall. haha

  3. Hang in there! And in the mean time, suck it up and quit whining!

    (There, you happy now? Hey, now you can be mad at ME for a change–or just add me to the list of lousy things in your life. I’d be honored.)
    –Kate

  4. dude i woulda told you to stop whining, but that’s like the kettle and the pot or however the hell that saying goes….

    enjoy, man. drink a couple of coronas for me.

  5. Gambling! On the ship! Put everything you have on the line! Three times!

    God I love to gamble.

    I guess I should say to plan your budget and bet sensibly.

  6. @ghost – dude… I will drink 10 for you. Just for you.

    Anyone else need me to drink a few? 😉

    @tim – thats why he is having me drink them for him.

    &… mmmmMmm Maddog. haha ghetto goodness

    @Megan – it is the devil’s work. But I like. Budget?!? WTF is a budget… we don’t do budgets on vacay.

  7. I always put off packing until the last minute.

    And gambling on boats SUCKS – I know. I mean, Vegas pays you to come out there and gamble. Go figure.

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