Hey there, folks! It’s me, your trusty blogger, reporting in from the land of endless adventures and questionable fashion choices. That’s right, we’ve been in the US for a whopping sixteen days now! Cue the confetti cannons and the marching band!
Now, I don’t know about you, but I think someone up there heard my plea for some cooler weather because the temperature here has dropped faster than a clumsy toddler with an ice cream cone. We went from sweating buckets in the mid-80s to shivering in our shorts and flip-flops in the mid to high 60s. Mother Nature sure has a wicked sense of humor!
Speaking of shorts, let me give you a quick update on the ongoing saga of the elusive skorts. If you recall, we scoured the streets of NYC, desperately trying to find these mythical creatures without any luck. But guess what? We hit the jackpot at Costco! That’s right, the place where you can buy a year’s supply of toilet paper and enough snacks to feed a small army also happens to stock the highly sought-after skorts. Who would’ve thought?
Now, I must admit that today started off a little on the lazy side. Julie and I, sat around sipping our coffee, contemplating life, and discussing her future house options. You know, just a typical day of adulting and avoiding responsibilities. But hey, I’m on vacation, so I’m allowed to be a professional procrastinator.
In a moment of sheer bravery, or perhaps madness, we decided to remove a TV from the wall in preparation for Julie’s upcoming move. Well, let me tell you, folks, that was a move worthy of an Olympic gymnast. Unfortunately, my back didn’t get the memo that it wasn’t competing for a gold medal, and it decided to give me a little reminder of its existence. Ouch! Thankfully, Julie and Michele, the ever-attentive caretakers, forced me to take some ibuprofen. Ah, the wonders of modern medicine.
But don’t worry, my dear readers, nothing can keep us down! We dusted ourselves off and headed over to Julie’s friend’s place for a good ol’ fashioned BBQ. The food was sizzling, the company was delightful, and I even managed to avoid any mishaps involving open flames or overly enthusiastic grill masters. A definite win in my book!
And now, here I am, perched at Julie’s, contemplating the mysteries of life and trying not to think about the ibuprofen coursing through my veins. But fear not, my friends, for I shall rise from this temporary setback like a phoenix from the ashes. Or maybe I’ll just take a nap. Yeah, the latter sounds more appealing.
Well, it’s time for me to bid you adieu, dear readers. I shall retire to my makeshift bed and dream of skorts and BBQ-induced bliss. Until tomorrow, keep smiling, stay cheeky, and remember to always check Costco for unexpected fashion treasures. Good night, folks!
