Ever since we got to good old Mexico Beach, Sheila has been trying her best to do me in. Every morning after breakfast we head off to the beach for our daily "session". I have tried more excuses than a little kid that didn't get his homework done, but to no avail. Off we go anyway for our endurance challenge. After we walk for hundreds of miles (okay maybe two or three) the mind numbing pain has taken over and I complete the trek in a zombie like stumble. My poor toes and heels are practically worn out from all the miles of walking on sand and seashells. Sheila, on the other hand, always looks fresh as can be and ready to keep on trucking. She usually gives that cute little smile and says "well, do you want to keep going"? I think she's trying to give me a heart attack and I haven't fully developed my defensive strategy yet. One thing that might help with the pain is carb loading before we head out. I figure out four beers should be sufficient to minimize the pain to my body.
I remember when you did that to us at Disney....Carma sucks doesn't it!
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