Well, we made it to Statia. Again. Our trip back was mostly uneventful, but we procrastinated buying our puddle-jump tickets and as a result had to spend a night in St Maarten. It was sort of nice, though it set us back about $200 for the hotel and taxis. (Our place was fairly decent and right on the beach, but they offered up what must be the cheapest shampoo-and-conditioner-in-one available that left my hair so destroyed my only option was to try and remedy the situation with a bar of soap. Yes. I washed my hair with a bar of soap. I felt so ashamed.)
Anyway, the point is, we're here. And also, Jon wore a Speedo.
AHHHH!!!!!!!!! best thing i have ever heard. that takes, . . something. oh my gosh. congrats?
ReplyDeletewow...Jessie, I can almost see his situation.
ReplyDeletei don't usually "laugh out loud" but i definitely am right now. wow, that is definitely a speedo, isn't it? indeed.
ReplyDeletealso, i came to this post thinking, "nothing could be worse than pert plus." i guess i stand corrected.
I will NOT be blowing that picture up for a closer view.
ReplyDeleteSo...after saying I wouldn't blow it up I totally tried to and then realized you can't blow it up. I'm pretty sure you're laughing at me right now.
ReplyDelete;-) Who else tried?? Be honest.....
ReplyDeleteOk, so I looked at the pic before I read, and I thought to myself "hey, that speedo guy looks like Jonny, hahaha!" And then, it was. Indeed.
ReplyDeletemy eyes!
ReplyDeleteJon shouldn't ever NOT wear a speedo.
ReplyDeletenever*
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