Well, I've never liked ending on a sour note (not even in my books. Hey, stop giving me that look, sis. I might kill everyone and their mother in my books, but the ending will not be sour, I tell you.) So I'll start with the Terrible news.
I'm on vacation (no, no, that's not terrible.) I'm sick. (Yes, yes that's terrible.) There's like an infection or something on the right side of my face. My ear, down to my jaw, even that half of my TONGUE hurts like corny dialogue (like the Star Trek episode I'm watching right now. OMBananas.) Kill me now! Ahem, anyway. Some of my lymph nodes are getting puffy and my dad went so far as to threaten to take me to the hospital. *GASP!* Can you imagine??? I hate the doctors worse than corny dialogue.
But on the up side, I'm on vacation! *does dance* And so I will share pictures with you. The first of which is a bluffin my dad bought for me:
Ahem. Now back to the beginning. We stopped in Virginia at a friend's house and then continued on. My mum decided to take a detour to try and avoid traffic. Didn't really help but we got to see three tanks roll by. TANKS! And not like tank tops, but like army vehicles. It was crazy! But I didn't get no pictures because I was distracted by this:
It made me want to jump out of the car and dance across the bridge.
Me: Doesn't looking at that just make you want to tromp through the foliage and pretend to be a fairy?
Mum: *laughs then is serious* Um. No.
A barn in the middle of nowhere
Look at the funky tree! :D
The house we're renting for two weeks
Love the red door :)
Sand, sand, sand
One thing about being sick is that I've gotten pretty good at making milkshakes
They taste so good on my throat
Well, I hope y'all have a good week, and I hope y'all are more healthy than I am right now. Have a milkshake or too, they're yumalicious.