I came across some of our honeymoon pictures, and it made me wonder why we ever came back. Warm, gorgeous...should have stayed.
Check out this water!!! Unreal. It's like a pool.
Oh, Cayman Islands, how I miss all 12 or so miles of you.
Oh yes, and Brian asked me to address a specific issue: people that choose to take the elevator instead of the stairs when the destination is only one floor away. Well, Brian Scurr. After much contemplation, I realized that there is nothing wrong with that at all. In fact, I am the person that does it. Not all the time, depending on my shoe choice, but most of the time. There is nothing like the thrill of the elevator, Brian. Wondering who will be inside the elevator (an old neighbor? a friend? a celebrity? my grandma? do the current passengers’ combined weights already exceed the maximum capacity?), trying to manipulate the elevator’s speed of arrival in your head, the novelty of pressing the buttons and watching them light up, the excitement and tinge of terror surmising the very real possibility of getting stuck in such a confined space with only the contents of your purse and one bar of battery on your cell phone…yes, I can relate to all your button-pushing peers Husband. Sorry. Maybe you should stop being so practical and stop to enjoy the ride.* :)
*Brian, disregard this statement if you are late to class and somehow have to retake it, causing us a prolonged sentence in Utah. Just take the stairs and push people out of the way.