vacation

Each day generally consisted of eat, slather on the SPF like it's going out of style, sleep, eat, frolic, sleep, eat, repeat in reverse.

It was heavenly in ways that you can't really put words too. It was also slightly ridiculous. One night the cousins, siblings, and tag-alongs decided to go mini-golfing. We've all got the weensiest bit of a competitive streak. Meaning that we all spent the entire evening swearing up a storm at each other and doing victory dances down the putting green. We were also the only ones dancing to Justin Timberlake as it came over the loud speakers, complete with golf-club microphones.

Other golfers loved us.