Last week a package came in the mail. I wasn’t expecting anything from Amazon, and my new swimming suit wasn’t due to arrive for a few days, so it threw me for a loop. But the boys, of course, were totally up for a surprise.
We opened the box and found this:
A beach bag. Full of stuff.
Like a beach towel. Figures.
And some drinks. (Manchild loves this stuff and was over the moon. I consider it an acceptable alternative to soda.)
And a drink cooler. To keep said drinks cool at the beach.
And, best of all, a banana hammock. Yes, a banana hammock. For the drinks to hangout in until it’s their turn in the cooler. Or something like that.
We let the drinks have their turn, and then we promptly replaced our old fruit trough with this shnazzy new hammock.
Everyone seems pretty excited by the arrangement. (Mostly me. The trough took up a lot more space than this thing.)
We were looking forward to taking our new gear to the beach this weekend, maybe snapping some photos to post on Instagram with the hashtag #blissandtell for our chance to win a $10,000 dream vacation from Neuro, but after our stint as tour guides last week, plus a game of ultimate and a church activity Saturday morning, this mama was too wasted to squeeze into a bathing suit and hop on a train. I collapsed on my bed in my running clothes instead. And missed another day of this kind of bliss:
So #blissandtell is going to have to wait until Friday, when Micah has a day off work. But maybe some of you will beat me to it. Just tweet or Instagram #blissandtell and maybe you’ll be the lucky winner. (If you are, take me with you!!)
And thanks, Neuro, for the package. I’m pretty sure seeing my fruit chillin’ in the banana hammock will forever and always remind me to relax, to allow the bliss to wash over me, and to tell the world all about it. 😉