- me half-way through shaving one leg: i dont want to do this anymore
It was actually really fun.
We stayed at a fully-furnished time-share, so all we had to bring was ourselves.
We ate as much seafood as we could.
We swam in the ocean.
We watched James Bond movies.
It was super nice to get away for a bit. We got back home around 10:00 last night.
I am so tired today. I can barely keep my eyes open. Fun weekend, but boy do I need a nap.
He posted about it on Facebook: OH GOD THERE’S A BEAR ON FT EUSTIS. If I don’t make it, I leave my flip flops to Charles. Bury everything else with me. That includes my house and truck.
The following comment thread ensued:
Me: Um… I also own the house… so you can’t, like, be buried with it or anything. But I will sit in it and mourn you while I figure out how much your life insurance policy is. I am your beneficiary, right?
Luke: No, you are getting buried with me too. I will need bewbies in the afterlife. And sammiches.
Me: This isn’t ancient Egypt. You can’t bring me with you to the afterlife. And if you did, I certainly wouldn’t make you any sammiches.
Luke: ITS MY AFTERLIFE AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.