Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Weekend Getaway: Farting Breadsticks and Boobies!



Ok, so let me preface my blog by saying I had an amazing weekend with my friends in Panama City Beach, FL.  I had forgotten how much we laugh when we get together, forgotten how bad it hurts AFTER you've laughed that much, and forgotten that the ole bladder just ain't what it used to be after three children.  I remember now and still wouldn't change anything.  The weekend was perfect.

We drove down early on Saturday morning and listened to music, sang, talked and laughed.  We took sort of a back route and would have made it just fine in great time if we hadn't been talking and laughing so much we didn't pay attention and missed an exit.  And went 30 miles out of the way one way.  Yes, my dear readers, we wound up adding a whole hour to our trip because we were gabbing.  In between this time and the next thing to go wrong, I learn that my best friend's little girl thinks "boobies" is a curse word and will inadvertently yell it when something goes wrong.  Hilarious.  Google maps was wrong on the very last turn we were "supposed" to make, but instead we should've gone straight.  That added another 30 minutes or so.  UGH.  I've never had a good experience with any online map thingy.  They all stink.  So we're ready to get out of the car, start our vacation and enjoy some down time.  We were frustrated and I yell, BOOBIES!!! at a redlight.  My friend (who is a spin instructor at her local gym, I will henceforth refer to her as Spinster)and I died laughing and that's when I first remembered I was behind on my kegel exercises.  It wasn't the last time, either.

We finally arrive and meet up with a friend of mine that moved there (one of the reasons I chose to go to that particular beach, because she would be there, too.)  We shopped at the outlets in Destin, FL.  I had birthday money and some money hubby let me have to splurge.  In the first 3 hours I had powered through $120.00 and only had $40 left for the whole vacation.  Depressing, huh?  This is me at dinner looking sad and depressed at my spending habits:
This is the three of us at the Back Porch at dinner that night, an open air restaurant on the beach.  The picture was taken by a drunk woman whose "procession was porfessional photogracy".  I'm just impressed that we're all in the picture.

The next day we lounged in the pool, sunbathed, and took a walk on the beach.  While Spinster was sunbathing on the beach (not my thing with my fair skin), I look down from my balcony and see literal boobies.  A woman was topless next to the pool, boobies up.  Anyone watching probably thought I liked what I saw, but I simply couldn't believe what I was seeing.  I guess she was from Europe or something.  But then I see her top tied to the arm of her chair and I know I don't need new contacts.  GeeeYROSSS! I guess you could just say she was our mascot for the trip.



Then, when I talk to Hubby, he tells me Punky is sick with a stomach virus and throwing up.  It almost took an act of Congress to get me off that beach knowing I was going home to sick kids.  I obsessed the whole way home about it because I.hate.throw.up.  I'm phobic about it.  Luckily, Punky was feeling much better when I got home and was already in bed.  This morning, however, Chicken woke up with a fever.  This is what I found at lunch when I came to check my email and then returned to check on him...poor kid.


Oh, and farting breadsticks you ask?  Well, I'll just leave that one to your imagination.  What do you think it means?  Leave me a comment and we'll see whose closest.  Person's involved, you know who you are, can't give it up.

6 comments:

Jennifer Shirk said...

i'm not saying a word about Five Guys... except "YUM". LOL!
Sounds like a fantastic weekend! You so deserved it!

Stephanie said...

I'm so glad you had a good time! That water looks amazing.

Isn't it amazing how quickly we can spend money? I hear ya!

No idea on the farting breadsticks. Honestly, no clue.

Krystyn said...

Looks like a great weekend!

Farting breadsticks? Did they make you fart, or were they farting themselves? Maybe it was the noise they made when dipped in the sauce?

Stephanie said...

I had a great weekend and my car did survive the induction into the family. Marc drives it with his carpool to work anyway. Haha. There is no telling what smells those men have created in it that I don't know about.

Thanks for a great weekend!

As for farting breadsticks, I won't tell.

Have a great week!

Someone Being Me said...

I love shopping in Destin but unfortunately it is a 12 hour drive for me one way. I got some great jeans at the Marshalls there in May for cheap.

Mandy said...

I'm back!!! Maybe my internet connection will last long enough to enter my comment. ;) It has been going well so far.

I'm glad that you had a good trip. I hate that the little ones are sick.

As for the farting breadsticks, I don't know, but me and my friend trying to figure it out, do not EVER want to eat one.

Is it like a "barking spider" maybe.

Hurry up and tell us turd!!!