This is the closest I ever want to come to a long distance relationship. A few minutes of chatting online in the morning and the evening is NOT enough, damnit. I’m greedy, and if I can’t curl up in his arms and fall asleep after talking for hours, I’m just not satisfied.
NRE, isn’t it fun?
In other news, I haven’t any idea how I managed it, but the backs of my legs and my back are definitely burned. The back has actually morphed into an almost full tan, but right around the bathing suit line it’s still bright pink. How does that work? I pulled the straps off my shoulders so that I’d make sure to get everything covered, and yet along the strap lines is still the worst. Does it reflect more UV onto that portion of skin or something? Bah.
As for the backs of the legs… well, I think that one may be my own fault. I know the first two slatherings were complete and definitely included the thigh-line… but the one after I got out of the water may not have been complete.
So yesterday, we hung around at Waikiki Beach doing nothing in particular. We played around in the water, which is so incredibly warm there are no words for it — it’s warmer than the pool at our hotel. I went out to the breakwater and sat on it for a while, letting the waves push me around. Pretty strong waves — if I wanted to stay sitting on it, I had to hold on pretty hard.
Then Ken came over, and decided to walk along it. Since it’s only an inch or two under the waterline when there are no waves, he looked like he was walking on water. This amused him (okay, and us) greatly.
Carol Ann had a blast, bobbing around in the ocean. She even made a friend and built sandcastles with her. Alas, the poor kid has a cold and is sniffling really badly. Makes her cranky. She woke up the night before last at about 2am just bawling because she felt so awful. Nice timing. But, other than constant sniffling, and a shorter temper than usual, she’s having a lot of fun.
We ate at TGI Friday’s last night. On the way out, they asked if she’d like a balloon. You think? Is there sun in Hawaii? Of course she did. Mom tied it to her wrist, but not very tight… and sure enough, we hadn’t gotten more than a block before it went off into the night. Well, this was after a very long day of having the sniffles and Carol Ann immediately went into full on tragic mode, tears streaming. So I picked her up, we went back to the resturant, and they were happy to give her another one — this time, the waiter tied it on. I think they assumed I was a terrible mother who didn’t know how to tie knots. I protest. I tie very good knots, and I ain’t nobody’s mother. Hmph.
Oh well. I think by now I’ve gotten used to being mistaken for her mother. Sigh. I’m still very quick to correct when they mention it, though. *shudder*
We hit what’s left of the international marketplace. I picked up some turtle magnets for Jesse, something-that-won’t-be-mentioned for the boy, and … something that can’t be described in words anyway, so I won’t even try. I’m not entirely sure who I’m giving it to yet, so we’ll just not mention it further. I’m liking this method of shopping. There are three or four people who I definitely wanted to get something for… and for everybody else, it’s just a matter of “Hey, X would like this” and picking it up for them — like the turtles for Jesse. (He has a total turtle fetish. I mean, he has a turtle tattooed on his neck… yeah, he’s weird, but we like him anyway.)
Also got a new charm for my bracelet (one of the “links” style italian charm bracelets). It’s got a hula girl and says “Hawaii”. Yes, I am a tacky tourist. Shut up.
Aaand, I just about fell out of my chair, so this indicates that I should get up and go lay on the balcony while I wait for everybody else to get up and get moving. Comment lots, I miss y’all!