South Meets North

Yo yo yo all you BEAUtiful mess readers. Me?

 

 

Katie from Keep Calm and Carry On. I figure this will be the only time in the history of ever that our little blondie Steph has "yo yo yo" on a post, so I had to run with it. She's trying to get me on ya'll and no..it's just not happening. I'm just a midwestern newlywed who loves her husband (and obviously a good Christmas onezie), running, her 7 lb Pomeranian pup, Corona's, and the beach. Speaking of the beach, one day during me and Steph's millionth and a half texting convo's, I mentioned that my husband and I booked a trip to our condo in Naples, FL for this Febuary. We are huge fans of Naples. I casually said, "wanna come with us?!", not expecting anything of it. Until I received THIS the following day.

 

 Oh shit, it's really happening...I thought.

 

We are going on vacation with these people.

Never to have met them in a day our life.

They are staying at our condo!

 

I then turned to Billy (my hubby) and said, "what if they are psychos? what if they aren't who we think they are? what if they steal all our shit?!"

Then I realized, the ball is in our court. WE are supposed to pick them up from the airport...so, we will just feel it out, and if they look like complete psychos that could've been featured on Americas Most Wanted, we will just leave them at the airport. Or if I'm too nervous? I'll just tell them we couldn't find them at baggage claim. Alright, we got somewhat of a plan here.

 

...until the next thought popped in my head.

 

 What if they are swingers? I'm an only child - I never did like to share.

...and I'm definitely NOT down for that type of thing. Sharing my husband? I don't think so. This could get messy.

 

 

...and the next thought. The LEGIT one.

 

How in the HELL am I going to explain this to my parents?! (who's condo it is!)

Here are my options:

 

A. We met a young couple a couple doors down from our condo and they looked like they knew how to party. So, we decided to tell them they could stay with us for the weekend. Shit, no, then my Dad would think I'm cray cray AND irresponsible for letting strangers stay in our condo.

 

B. When we arrived to our condo, they were sitting out front on the curb - homeless. We just had to let them stay with us. 

...um, not sure if they will believe this one. I'm positive we've ever seen anyone homeless peeps in our condo complex, especially not a blondie Texan who dresses in pink zebra print head to toe, and her deer hunting obsessed husband.

 

C. They are our newest friends here in Columbus, but you just haven't met them yet.   Now this one could work. The downfall? My dad can ALWAYS tell when I'm lying and I'm sure he'd then ask me why they aren't flying on our flights, how we met them, etc.

 

D. I met Steph through my blog and we already feel like best friends. We've been trying to plan a meetup together and this just happened to work out perfectly for all of us. Our husbands get along well too! I know you probably think I'm crazy, but I promise, they are good people.  Ahh ha - the truth. Clearly the best option.

 

Let's be serious, I don't care what anyone thinks. Having a vacation with Steph and Beau is going to be one of the highlights of my year and will probably go down in history as one of our favorite trips. There's not a day that goes by where me and Steph don't talk, and it's going to be a blast in a glass. In addition, our husbands are WAY too similar to not have an amazing time together. I mean, take this for example. BBFT (my little nickname for him) has been dying to meet Billhead (Steph's nickname for Billy) - he even cropped his head in a picture with Billy!

 

 (we have fun emailing eachother, obvi.)

 

....they also both love to hunt and own the most hideous pair of yellow pants (circa 1999) that may or may not be fed to the gators by their lovely wives (ahem-us.)

 

SO...the verdict?

 

I'm having a blogger VACAY and shizz' abouts to get reallll. This is what Steph & Beau have to look forward to! (they've never been to Naples)

 

our favorite part of the beach:

 

  

*can.not.wait.

 

 And if you're wondering where your Stephy might be...she's taken over my blog for the day so get on over there and see what she has to say about this little blogger vacay! You know her...she doesn't disappoint! ;)