Let's start with the fails we've had so far today. Most recent fail: I forgot how to spell "cookie" for the title of this post. xD Cookie fail: Are my friend and I the only ones that eat Oreos in three phases in an attempt to have the third phase be "eat the lone layer of frosting we've managed to separate from both cookies without breaking said layer of frosting"? I sure hope not... Well, either way, I did it twice. That brings my total of counted times I've been able to do that up to...five. *cookie fail*
In other news, as I said previously, my friend and I are at the beach. Go Hilton Head! And except for the fact that there is a little yapper dog in the condo next to us that won't shut the frick up, all is well.
After my dad dropped us off at the beach directly following breakfast this morning, she and I slathered on about four ounces of sunscreen each (not really, but it was a freaking lot of sunscreen) and flailed into the waves. There were six. Freaking. BILLION. Sand dollars. Probably because it was low tide, but still! We rounded up twenty--count them, twenty--sand dollars and scuttled back to the tide pools left behind because of...well, the tide. (And the dog still won't shut up as I type this. Oh, happy day. -.-) Anyway, we dug a hole in the watery sand and dumped all the sand dollars in there. We called it our Sand Dollar Farm of Partial Failure. (I say partial because...well, adjectives make everything more interesting and SHUT UP YOU STUPID DOG!!! *happy place, happy place*) Eventually, my dad picked us up from the beach. My friend and I are going to bleach the sand dollars after we kill them (or kill them in the process; we haven't decided yet), write their names--most likely their namesakes will be the Greil Mercenaries--and take them home. Hand-Made in the United States of America. On a side note, you rarely see that italicized phrase anymore. We've seen it a few times while souvenir shopping; it's very refreshing.
As for the cover stories, well, we--my friend and I--are telling people the following: We are twins. I was born seven minutes earlier, thus I had seven more minutes to grow. We lived in Colorado but we now hail from Georgia. We miss the place where it actually snows. We have one younger brother, who is ten. Our and and uncle are a pilot and flight attendant, respectively. Our dad is a partially-retired English professor who is teaching full-time this year, and our mother is an assistant dean. Our pseudo-names shall remain classified; it is a cover story, after all. Also, people are going for it. It's really awesome, especially considering that she and I do look plenty alike, and we love each other like sisters. So, it's pretty beast.
On another note, my "twin" and I were bored, as the adults went to lunch and left us in the condo with the dog. So, prior to my getting the computer and typing this, I pulled out the requisite deck of cards--the original boredom-buster. She (my friend, not the deck) looked at me like I was nuts and said, "What are you doing?" "Playing cards, of course," I replied as I started shuffling the new pack. She blinked at me and said, "I don't know how to play." Not poker, not War or the Never-Ending Game, not Go Fish, not ZIP. ...It's a work in progress--just like my boyfriend (but I love him anyway). But more on that later; the dog is whining, and must be attended to.
~Cara
P.S. My genius best friend just managed to snap both of her rubber bands for her braces about thirty seconds apart from each other. That either takes a certain amount of skill, luck, or stupidity. Possibly all three.
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