Orlando Spring Break

Was this one of the greatest days of my life? Not really. I know that I often use that statement in a blasphemous way, saying during mediocre events that this is the greatest day of my life. Today was not one of them, and I mean it. Was it a good day? Hell yeah it was. I'd trade any average day in my life for a day at the beach. What made it a better day than most was the fact that I got to spend it with my favorite sister. I know a lot of people call me on the fact that I only have one sister, so she has to be my favorite, but I can proudly say that she is the most perfect sister a brother could have.

We saw this warning sign on the way down to the beach, so we shuffled our feet in the sand early and often to prevent an accident. We were so terrified of the possibly of a stingray attack that we shuffled out feet on the beach as well. I'm pretty sure that stingrays cannot survive outside of the water, but I'm no marine biologist so I shuffled on dry land to be safe rather than sorry. While we were shuffling, Jenny found this dollar in the sand, which made our cautionary actions monetarily worthwhile.

While Mommy's away, the kids are at play. Mommy's all the way back home in Wisconsin, so we played like crazy because there was no one who could stop us now. I went pretty far into the water, but then felt a cold splash when the water got a little too close for comfort. I was a little surprised because the water was super cold, and my surprised reaction is genuine. Jenny got to stand on the shore and laugh at my misfortune. She was the lucky one, because she doesn't have to walk around with wet drawers. Believe me, it wasn't any fun, but I deserved it.

All day long, I could only think about how little alcohol I had during St. Patrick's Day, so I set out to right that wrong. For the entire day, I had been obsessing over Irish Car Bombs, and finally got a chance to do some after stopping at the liquor store. I even made Jenny and Dad do some too, which you will see in the videos on the next few pages. My St. Patrick's Day was now complete.

There's a posted sign that warns against consuming alcohol and entering and staying in the hot tub for a prolonged period of time. I have never been one to follow the rules and heed posted warnings, so I entered the hot tub under the influence. Luckily there was no lifeguard on duty (something else that the sign pointed out) to restrict my use of the hot tub while I enjoyed my drink.