We pulled up some shorts, grabbed a cup of ice, dashed through the door and strolled to a tiny beach, splashed around a bit, then watched the sunset. Am I the only one who thinks that the seaside is really magical at twilight? Whenever the water reflects the glow of the dying sun I'm almost breathless.
Do you like my braids? I love them. They're tight aren't they? No I mean it, they.are.tight. I forgot how unbelievably tight and painfully they can be. Sleeping with them is just the worst. The worst! I'm busting my brains trying to remember how to deal with this, I really can't sleep on my face another night! Help me. Please. Do you have any tips, tricks, hints, suggestions? I'd be eternally grateful if you shared a few.