Since my birthday was on the 1st Brad and I decided to treat ourselves to a birthday beach vacation. We had a nice getaway, but coming back was pretty rough, we grew accustomed to an abundance of food and already paid for alcohol pretty quickly, "Open bar, dude! Gimmee six Schlitzes."
Brad did take some pictures of me, but I deemed all bathing suit photos as too chubby for internet publication.
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Hey Miss Sarah! Happy Birthday to you! It sounds like you guys are having a blast down there---I realize I haven't been in touch, but I do check for updates on your blog.
I see Malica and Brendan in the halls and they always ask about you! We were laughing the other day about when Malica taught us to "walk it out..."
Hope you guys are feeling better these days! Keep the updates coming---it's a good read for non-adventurous paranoid people like me who like to live through the experiences of others! :)
Take care!
Heather
Is Brad covering his chest with a small dark blanket or is that his natural fuzzy nature at work?
I guess we can all be glad it wasn't a nude beach or i'd be reading about recent Chupacabra sightings.
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