We recently went on vacation to the beautiful island of Cozumel, Mexico. Let me tell you folks- It… Was… Awesome…
Now, when I say “we”, I mean me and Wranglers. No kids. Just us.
Please, don’t judge me. I struggled with tons of guilt for not taking the kids.
I mean REALLY struggled. For about….uh….well…..five minutes.
As most of you know, we live in the middle of nowhere. So, getting to an airport is even a major deal.
For this trip, we chose the closest airport, which is three hours away.
Our flight to Cozumel left at 5:00 a.m., so of course, we made the drive to our departure city the day before.
Hey, we wanted to “milk this trip for all we could.”
Besides, I was in desperate need of some attention to my fingernails, and toenails. I don’t take very good care of myself in either department. Don’t judge me. Remember, I live in the middle of nowhere.
I made an appointment with this sweet little gal in the nail salon at the mall. She took one look at me and started talking to her co-workers. In another language. I could tell it wasn’t good. I felt like I was being scolded, however, she kept smiling at me the whole time.
She started on my feet, more chattering in another language. Then she said, “you want the sea salt?”
Me: Uh, I don’t know.
Her: You need. You need.
More scolding, as she pointed to my heels.
Her: You need. You need. Just five dolla more. You need. Look here. You need.
Me: Okay. I need.