Hey everyone!
Today we left the Marriott and shuttled to the airport. The shuttle ride was about forty five minutes long and soon we were checking in for the flights. While the kids got all of the sugar out of their systems the parents got their seats. As the planes touched down we said our goodbyes and watched the twelve other "clan members" as mom likes to call them boarded their flight bound for Houston with a connection to Vancouver. We then boarded our flight, dodging randrops, bound for Miami with a connection to Cancun.
We ended up arriving at the hotel and crashed.
In the morning I awoke to Melmon, that giraffe from the movie Madagascar staring me in the face which was kinda freaky but it did wake me up. Since then we have fallen into a routine of sleeping in, eating, drinking (non alcoholic of course), sun tanning, drinking, eating, drinking, sun tanning, eating, drinking, sleeping.... you get the idea. Anyway I am trying to get someone to go swimming with me while mom contemplates on whether to get a tattoo (not permanent) and if so what it would say. Any ideas?
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