Neiman Marcus and the friendly Mexican

I am fully prepared to embrace my dorkiness Jake--yes, I am blogging. What else am I to do when everyone is off working out (God forbid) or having their bodies scrubbed/rubbed down like the deck of an old ship. Not my style.

Today was Mexico. We went to a beach that Scottie had recommended and had a great time. We all went parasailing (except for moma Cheryl). Kelly had decided not to go because she was having some stomach issues :) We were all on the boat doing a tequila shot (once again, except for Cheryl--even when the native fellow told her it would help the baby grow big) Kiah and I were up first and handled it like pros. Amy screamed like a baby the whole time--and made the driver sign an affidavit that he would not go over 200 ft in the air--screaming as she went up "don't let Kate get her ears pierced until she's 8" After seeing all the fun, Mcgill decides 'forget the Dulcolax, I'm going up.' She was strapping on her harness and the next thing we knew, she had Charley, the friendly Mexican, hopping on with her. Charley had just explained to Amy he was looking for an American wife--next thing we know..there they go, off in the great blue yonder.

We also got souveniers while in Mexico--that you are all going to have to wait and see. (again, except moma Cheryl--which we have nicknamed Doris--LOVE YOU MOM)