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Sometimes..

Sometimes.. you go to Lake Tahoe for a week.
 Sometimes.. when you go to Tahoe, you spend the whole week semi-drunk.
Sometimes.. when you spend all week semi-drunk, you eat chips and greasy hangover food every morning.
Sometimes.. when you go out of town for a week last minute, you don't have time to do laundry beforehand.
Sometimes.. when you don't do laundry, you have no clean underwear.
Sometimes.. when all your undies are in the washing machine, you get the urge to workout because of all the hangover food.
Sometimes.. when you get the urge to workout and all your clothes are dirty, you have to wear a homemade USA bikini to work out in.
Sometimes.. when you only have a bikini to work out in, you have to stay in your room to work out.
Sometimes.. when you stay in your room to work out, the AC isn't working and it's 100 degrees out.
Sometimes.. when it's 100 degrees out and you're in your no-AC room working out in a homemade bikini, Robin Thicke comes on.
Sometimes.. when Robin Thicke sings about blurred lines you just want to effin' dance.
Sometimes.. when you have a dance party by yourself after working out in your sauna room, you sweat all over your keyboard while trying to describe it on your blog.
Sometimes.. when you spent all week drunk, ate a bunch of chips, sweated it out all over your keyboard and had a dance party of one, your blog posts don't make a whole lot of sense and are basically just a catalyst to show off photos from your vacay.

....sometimes.

5 comments:

  1. Bahaha. This is like an adult version of "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie". Haha! Love it.

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  2. Haha this is too funny!

    I'm glad you had a good time in Tahoe.

    XO,
    Samantha
    http://substanceandsoul.tumblr.com

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  3. Every time I hear blurred lines it turns into a dance party, I don't blame you!

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  4. There is no better way to read about someone else's vacation than this

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  5. WHY did you not pack me in your suitcase? i would have jammed to blurred lines on repeat with you!

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