Breathe, Sarah, breathe.
Ok. So. In less than two weeks, Joe and I will be hitting the beach in Ocean Citaaayyyyy. Citaaaaayyyyyyyyyy!
Ok. Let me try this again. I can't wait. I've already packed. Like, a lot. But not everything.
Beach Shit. Beach chairs. Beach towels. Beach umbrella. Tank tops.flipflopsshortstravelshampoobookstotebagstowels. Aloe (and I rarely get sunburns. But just in case.)You know, all completely necessary, but shit nonetheless.
So cheers to threemotherfuckingteen motherfuckingdays.