We got home from vacation around Monday at noon. My mom had the house cleaned, food cooked, and animals fed and happy. It was AMAZING to walk into that. (THANKS MOM)
We took the rest of the day Monday to decompress, do a shit ton of laundry, and just you know, get back into life a little bit.
The girls were spending the night at my mom's house Tuesday and Wednesday nights, one because my mom freaking missed them, and two because Steve and I were going to enjoy a couple of days without kids.
We borrowed the Jet Ski and got to go on a day date and spend some time on our lake.
Lake view of The Lakehouse hotel. Super cute boutique hotel. |
We got caught in a storm, but when it passed, it turned into a beautiful afternoon/evening.
We decided to stop for a soft-serve ice cream at this super cute little mom-and-pop ice cream stand.
It was a lovely day, spent with the one I love. We were also preparing ourselves for the carnage that is known as Blow Off Day.
Blow Off Day is always the Wednesday after July 4th, for all the restaurant workers and staff who had to work over the holiday weekend. It has just gotten bigger and bigger over the years.
Rich has asked me to go several times, but always the day of (IE: why they call it "blow off" day) but I could never do it. I just didn't think I could pull it off.
But this year? I planned on it.
And we were so excited about it.
And then Rich's boat broke.
BUT, we ended up making other plans and brought the Jet Ski with us.
People arrived at our friend's house at the Point at like 9am. We were drinking by 10am.
Boats starting lining up pretty much as soon as we got there.
His name is Blanco |
Dope fucking fire pit in his garage. To the left of this pic are 3 Harley's parked on the marble floor. |
#mytwoboys |
Her name is Nauti |
Pic taken from inside the boathouse. |
Here we go! |
my Pot Leaf pasties are peeking out lol |
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