Just returned not too long ago from going to the beach in NC. There are so many things I do love about the beach. The salt air, the sound of the waves, the hot weather. But, I think all that beachiness brings out the inner whale in me.
For some reason, its okay to start drinking beer on the beach at noon to wash down the entire bag of Doritos I'm hording. I'll eat things dripping in cheese and finish it off with a chocolatini. The snack cupboard is getting more of a workout than my body is. WHY is this?
So, here we go. Back on the bandwagon. My apologies to those of you who own Frito Lay stock as you should see a significant dip as I cut off my chip buying privileges. I will NOT be a beached whale unable to stuff one leg into a pair of jeans once the temperature drops off to 15. Mumu's just don't do as well in snow drifts.
So, here we go...
