And it was magical. We rented this that 70s show beach house. My parents, my bf, my cousin, his wife and their 2 kids all pilled in on Saturday. We wasted no time running to the beach! It was a beautiful, but shelly, little private beach. And by private I mean mainly it was only people living/renting in Sandbridge. It. Was. Awesome. We ate a lot of food. And I mean a lot. At least 2 dozen eggs, every morning, and 4 loaves of bread were consumed. And like 9 bags of potato chips. And 3+ handles of liquor. Needless to say, it was a much needed, well deserved, break from reality.
And now we're back to reality. And I have a cold. Who gets a cold in July? Ashley, that's who.
I regularly read +Caroline Pekarsky's blog, of course because she's my friend and I love her. But, today it made me cry. I'm not really sure why...but I did. She is one of the few people who I can honestly say we're like almost exactly the same person. Why weren't we friends from the beginning of college? I don't really know, and I don't really care because I know she's there for me now. I'd bet $9 million if I called her tonight and told her I needed her in Knoxville, she'd come. And that's something that becomes more rare as you get older, or so I'm noticing.
I'm not really sure what the point of the blog is.... although I've realized 2 things just writing it
1) I love sugar
2) I love Caroline Pekarsky.
Happy Wendesday Y'all!
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