So we're still away enjoying our fun weekend.
Don't I look like I'm having fun?
Nothing says "I'm having a good time!" like a mammoth bag of ice taped to my shoulder. You know, the shoulder that I managed to injure at the pool.
I swear I could hurt myself in a padded room. With only socks on.
AND, NO, THAT HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN.
In other news, I have a story about a drug deal at a laundry mat to share with you. At some point. I also think I may have seen my first gay prostitute, but I'm not entirely sure, because I've never actually experienced a drug deal, a laundry mat, or prostitution in real life (before this weekend), but I have watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians one or two times and it's like the same thing with better handbags, I think.
Oh! Also! There was this.
I totally want one. Or two. Or a small herd. Seriously. Minus the dirt and cigarettes, of course. Where can I find one? Companies that manufacturer drycleaning machinery? Laundry supply stores? Do such places even exist?