We woke up sore.
Really, really sore. Sore enough to question how good our friendship was, and if massages were acceptable. Not yet.
“No post today… What’d you guys do?” NOTHING.
But the great thing about living in a cave is the stretches you can do against the walls. And ceiling. And floors, and windows, and everywhere rocky because it all feels like the ground. Which led to ten minutes of absolute absurdity as we ached to stretch the correct aching muscles.
We questioned the appropriateness of uploading these photos… But then decided there is nothing less sexy that these pictures or the tan lines in them.
Exhausted. I can play mountain climber for about four hours, but that is IT. Thank god Adam’s thoughts of horseback riding and then taking motorcycles and a bottle of wine up the cliff for the sunset didn’t pan out (not kidding).
There are a lot of bugs here. A lot of flies, and a lot of bees. Always around us. I like to think the food must be fresher here, thus the surplus of bees. We talk often about the Bee-to-Mouth ratio.
But here’s the thing, I’m exhausted. So this monologue happened at lunch today as poor Andrea watched me crack up to the point of tears.
I’m going to write a children’s book about a bee named Humblebee. He’s going to have a shy friend named Mumblebee, and they’ll go on adventures.
And then, if it’s a series, they’ll have more friends. Like that hot mess friend? She’ll be Jumblebee.
And of course, don’t forget their depressing emo friend Numblebee.
There will be the clumsy twins Tumblebee and Fumblebee…
The cook will be Crumblebee, and that one with digestive issues?
Rumblebee!
Yep. That’s where I’m at, kinda a Dumblebee.
ha, sweet (the bee story). nice shirt 🙂
You look like you’re in a trance in the last photo … : )
^Agreed, and LOL dude can you write this book in dedication to me?PLEASE.haha you know it would just make so much sense
Janae, these stretch positions are such an improvement over your synchronized swimming moves during Summer at Sea!!!!
of course you could have a wizard bee named dumblebee (your dad likes HP– he’ll get that reference)… or an elderly curmudgeon bee named grumblebee who’s always yelling at the workers to get off his petals… and of course there’s always book #17 where humblebee wins the annual spelling bee and goes on a honey spree jamboree… ok i’m done. but thats a really fun idea you’ve got going.
or CHUMBAWUMBLEBEE .. who gets knocked down, but then gets up again, cuz youre never gonna keep him down!
is it ok my comments just cracked me up a year later?