i guess technically life resumes normal tomorrow. when daddy goes to work. and we start the week over.
and i'll be honest. this post is going to be way boring. because honestly, i want to watch dateline with buz.
tuesday, i woke up at my parents' house and got ready for the airport. on the plane there, i read an entire book. i know. i still can't believe it myself.
arrived in orlando, and this is what came to pick me up.
we ate some lunch and headed to the hotel.
our hotel. yeah. i know.
a different view outside our room
again. different view.
then, we decided to head out to universal studios. we weren't actually going to go to the park, so we just walked around city walk. nothing to write home about. (apparently, it's orlando's hottest spot for entertainment. but really, what do we know? we like to be in our jammies at ten.) plus, it was hot. and you know how buz and i are with heat.
my sweet spouse outside universal studios
then, we went to a little "mixer" for the conference he was attending. (i hesitate using the word mixer. because i promise we didn't get t-shirts out of the deal, and we weren't surrounded by teenagers. don't deny it -- you're going to use the word mixer once you read this.)
after the "mixer," we headed outside to enjoy the seventy-degree weather. and talk. a lot. about each other. and no one under the age of four.
wednesday was a day of working out, going to the pool, taking a nap or three, going back to the pool, heading to downtown disney, and heading out for dinner.
daddy with buz. big h is so fascinated by the picture.
thursday was what i like to refer to as Sunburn Fiasco '08.
seriously. i should have known better. worked out in the morning. headed to the pool. applied sunscreen. and then began to devour my spicy chicken nachos. totally unaware of the rays of sunlight attaching themselves to my body. that's what happens when i get in front of a plate of chips, processed cheese, and jalapenos.
when all of the sudden, i felt some heat. coming from my legs. and i'm pretty sure i saw steam coming off of them. and the color? there's a reason they refer to people who get sunburns as lobsters. oh my.
scene of the crime.
we were headed to the beach that afternoon when buz got off from his conference. so i went and took a shower. and texted buz that we *might* need to stop at the supermarket for some aloe. or something.
the understatement that was.
we headed out to cocoa beach.
our first stop = world famous ron jon surf shop. to buy souvenirs. and for me to apply my first of an infinite number of rounds of aloe.
and then we headed to the beach. and for a time, i totally forgot about my sunburn.
this is why.
i know. and i get to be married to him.
and then we headed out to dinner on the beach. literally. the restaurant was on the beach.
and it was at this point that i remembered "oh right. i have a sunburn. and it's about to suck the life out of my spouse and me and our fun." (for the record, i think that sums up buz's view as well.)
darn those UV rays.
but this was outside our car on the way home. there was hope.
we went back to the hotel and i laid on my back feeling that my body was on fire. kind of ruined the mood.
and friday was day of departure. oh how i wish i could've flown home without upper undergarments. (sorry for any men reading this.)
it was a WONDERFUL trip. just being with buz was bliss.
and this is what we came home to.
guess Camp Nana 2008 was a success?