I had this dream of taking an entire week of vacation. I haven't done that in well over five years. A whole week at the beach, instead of just a long weekend. And so, I finally did it. And it was so worth it! We stayed at my grandparents' cottage in Myrtle Beach, SC. Having a beach cottage in the family is the best idea ever. I think they've had it since Jeremy and I were a year old (or so). Completely and totally awesome.
|Pippi and her Uncle Jeremy|
|Sandy, Rocco, and Pippi's butt.|
|This is the first morning, right after breakfast. We napped it up real nice.|
|She's only photogenic when she isn't aware of the camera.|
|She was a hit with the entire family. This is my dad talking "puppy" to her. |
I think she understood what he was saying.
|My half brother, Zeth, was a great dog-sitter.|
|We found fun dress-up materials in the 4th of July golf cart decorating bin.|
|Pippi did NOT approve of us being down there when she was up here.|
|Lexi, Rocci, and Pippi on the deck. Sandy wasn't allowed because she could |
fit through the rails and, well, that could end up badly.
Every year there's a 4th of July golf cart "parade" through the cottage neighborhoods. This was our cart this year. It was truly a team effort.
Amanda and I actually missed out on the parade because we were napping. Yes, there was lots of napping. I love sleep.
|Grandpa reading the paper, his favorite activity :)|
|Sandy likes stinky shoes, apparently.|
|I'm relatively sure this one is supposed to be turned another |
way, but you get the gist.
|I want her energy.|
|Pippi, napping beside my "bed" (a mattress on the floor).|
I had been toying with the idea of getting another ear piercing, and I saw this picture one day and thought it looked cool. I'd never thought of piercing that part, but I decided I wanted to do it (but just one, not three, since I have three in my lobes already).
So Amanda and I found a piercing place that was un-creepy and clean, and I got it done!
I only did one ear...for now. Maybe next Summer I'll get the other one done. Did it hurt? YES! The guy who did the piercing was hilarious. Maybe if I ever fully collect the conversation that ensued, I'll post about it. It was relationship advice that actually seemed to make sense...from a guy three years younger than me. Yeah, I know.
And, in closing, here's your daily tidbit: the consumption of poop has a name: coprophagia.
|I know I've used this picture before, but let's face it, it's a classic.|