
Which should I do next, take a nap or go to the beach?
Should I have an ice cream cone at the beach, or save my appetite for smores later?
Why do I worry about so much when I'm not on vacation?
Am I tan, or have all my freckles just converged together?
How did my nieces and nephews get so dang cute?
I am in a total vacation mindset. I no longer answer to just Elizabeth, I also answer to Salibis, as my four year old niece calls me, Wibis, as my three year old nephew calls me, and Lizzy, as my uncle calls me.
My schedule consists of any combination of the following things: laying in bed reading, going on bike rides, watching the sun set (as evidenced in this picture taken from the porch a couple nights ago), going to the beach, going out to eat, and/or playing with my nieces and nephews. Not a bad schedule, huh?
Tonight I'm going on a canoe tour after going out to eat with my sisters. Life's rough, huh?