Adjusting To Texas

There's no easy way to say this, so I'm gonna just have to come out and say it. Rip-it-off-fast-and-be-done-with-it, Band-Aid style.
Florida was BLISS!
Bliss is being mooned at Mallory Square.
Bliss is the way it feels when a bead of sweat rolls down your back and tickles your spine.
Bliss is swimming every single day.
Bliss is stopping at fresh produce stands and juicing your own oranges for a change.
And that's just the tip of bliss. It bleeds and runs and gets carried away. Especially when it vacations in Florida.

But we're back. And we're adjusting to Texas again.
And it's gonna take some time, so bear with us because our hearts are still on Barefoot Beach.

Mom's wedding is just days away and it keeps a girl and her husband busy.

We'll be back soon. And then I'll pull the annoying neighbor move and invite you over for cocktails and a vacation slideshow!

If you knew about our stash of low-cal agave margaritas, you'd probably be knocking on our red front door as I speak because, baby - bliss done bled right into that bottle of margarita!

This is us. I love this pic. Imperfect we are and it doesn't get much more honest than this!