Beach baby, beach baby and me NOT being a Debbie Downer.

 

Does anyone else get comments in their spam folder concerning escort services?   I am too busy to NEED an escort or BE an escort. I could use a maid, a handyman and a foot massage. How about you?

Been busy…making things happen, changing the world. You know the normal stuff.

The highlight of my week was going to the beach with my beauties to take some Christmas card pics.

The day was just beautiful; perfect.

And those girls, well, they are nearly perfect. {don’t quote me}

None of these are edited. Yet.

 

The fact that they held hands…and I DID NOT EVEN ASK? A Christmas miracle. I nearly fell down in the sand and thanked baby Jesus right there…but I could not risk getting sand in my camera. So I thanked him quietly without sanding up my parts.

I won’t bore you, but I have about 335 more….

I adore getting cards with photos.

Raise your hand if you like getting a newsletter at Christmastime… you know, and update from your long lost peeps.

I get quite a few and I love them,  although I do get one “Debbie downer” annually from one of my Dad’s longtime friends. He seems to only highlight the bad stuff.

House fires, broken bones, mental illness, unemployment, cancer, divorce. He does not have a filter whatsoever.  I keep hoping he will shock me with some good news…one of these days. I will let you know in the next few weeks if it happens. 

It’s ok if I complain about how bad business has been for us though…right? Even if I add in that I am thinking of becoming an escort to supplement our income? Oh never mind…I don’t have the time or energy for that.

The Coach will have to take on the escort gig. He has at least 45 minutes of free time each week. 

What’ch doing this weekend?

Escorting?

Stringing up your house to look like the Griswold's?

{will that movie ever NOT be hilarious? nope}

Whatever you do…

Bee happy.

Bee positive.

Bee festive.

{even if you have to fake all of the above}

XOXOXO