...and it's located in what should have been my home state.
California, come to momma.
I have always had a love affair with California.
I have family that lives in Northern CA and I've visited quite a few times.
San Diego? Don't even get me started. I puffy heart the golden state real bad.
And a little lake named Shasta put the cherry on top.
Teal blue water, temps that rivaled my jetted bath and lots and lots of family members.
Including the newest member of our family, Breezy.
I first met her in person last February, when I picked her up at the Portland airport dressed as a chicken. We spent the weekend together and by the time she went home back to Sacramento, we were full-fledged bff's. Now? After spending a week with my crazy family at some RV campsite? After throwing back copious amounts of duck farts? After sleeping with me on a deflated blowup mattress in a busted tent and after experiencing what life is really like when Rob and I are together? (Hint: it ain't pretty).
Now, well now you are officially inducted into our bat shit crazy tribe.
And it's kind of like the Bermuda Triangle.
Once you're in, you are never let out.
That is, unless you tell everyone the truth about me.
And how I really am.
And what I really look like before photoshop.
Then I'd just have to kill you.
and ps. get your boobs out of my husbands face.
please and thank you.