Thank you Nina for the amazing trip. And I’m sorry about the pictures I took of you passed out in the cab.
Sideboob is a wonderful photographer she sends me photos and after each leg of the trip. Then I compare them to my photos of the same place and decide that mine are all shit and chuck them and use hers instead.
Sing it with me, Bain de Soleil for the Saint Tropez taaaaaannnnnn.
Hey hey! I’m in France with Sideboob! Let me walk you through our journey with a delightful display of photos, pithy observations, and wrap it up with a fun semi-disaster.
I want to be 100% caught up before I proceed to spam my blog with smug posts about my fabulous European travel.
This time Sideboob was all drunk like, “I should text my husband!” and for once I got to slap the phone out of her hand and be all, “Yeah no. Texting your husband at 2AM from Jumbo’s would be a dick move” Yay me!
It is a fact that titties have less calories than deviled eggs.
At then end of the day when I’m hot and sticky and desperately in need of a cold shower, it feels like summer can’t be over soon enough.
I told the boys to prepare themselves for luxury. There will be blankets, pillows, free drinks, movies, and lots of food that doesn’t come from my backpack.
Happy birthday Sideboob. Even though it’s your birthday, I feel like I’m the one who has gotten the biggest present.