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[terribleturnip]

I'm the only person in my house.

I have not listened to one note of cheesy music. No one has exhorted me to have "fun" or be "fun". (I don't know why "fun" was always in quotation marks on that ship, it just was.) I'm eating lunch alone and I made the food myself. And it's really, really good. There is not now, nor later, any of the following scheduled: Family Feud, Karaoke, a Hairy Chest or Best Tan competition. Not even a Cornhole Tournament. Nothing scheduled at all.

Not a lick of cigarette smoke, cigar smoke or fat people in spandex.

I can walk from one end of the house to the other without having to acknowledge someone, dodge a geezer, be run over by a laundry cart, have a drink spilled on me or have my picture taken.

On the other hand, I'm surrounded by squalor, have a bed that is not going to make itself, am going to have to do my own dishes, and miss all of the people I had so much fun with this past week. Yeah, and the palm trees, crystal clear water and white sandy beaches. The rolling waves and salty breeze. I miss those, too.

Still, I'm the only person in my house. Mmmmmm.

Comments

[pyllgrum.livejournal.com]

How did you make out in the Best Tan competition?

[mistressfetch.livejournal.com]

Wow, sounds like you had fun. I'm still jealous even though I don't "do" the sun..:-( Oh I can just imagine the sites :-) you saw...most likely a bunch of old men who look like they were smuggling grapes :-)

[pyratelady.livejournal.com]

If you don't "do" sun or sunning, you would have enjoyed the first half of the trip. We didn't see blue skies and sun until Thursday afternoon.

I saw far too many fatty sides of beef on the hoof and far, far too many tattoos.

[thatliardiego.livejournal.com]

When asked about the Cornhole Tournament, I think one should just smile knowingly.

[madam-macaw.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you had a great time, snicker. I am glad you all made it back safe and sound.

[terribleturnip.livejournal.com]

I haven't had a decent tan since I was a lifeguard in college. Back when smilodons roamed the earth. It was bad enough trying to overcome the "farmer's tan" acquired from wearing a t-shirt and jeans most of the summer. (It's only a REAL farmer's tan if you've got the halfmoon on your lower back from where your t-shirt rides up)

Now I've got bodice tan to add to the overall piebald look. Oh, and the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer syndrome I inherited from my mother. The slightest bit of sun and bam, I'm giving W.C. Fields a run for his money.

Aw, hell, I don't care -- I don't have the attention span to lay around in the sun anyway. Plus, while I don't mind sweating due to exertion, just laying around and sweating? I'm all for the shade. If only the weather had been nicer in Honduras -- they had lovely mangroves right along the beach, so that you could lay in the shade when not in the water. Of course, we used them as WINDBREAKS....thank goodness for $2 beer and good company!