I was on a Mother’s Day cruise to Cozumel for 4 nights with 12 other women and 3 older men.
Unfortunately, they were all related to me. Or maybe I should say fortunately.
Because all of these things happened:
I went snorkeling at 3 different reefs with a Mayan and got my ass sunburned.
I spotted a pod of dolphins with 4 baby dolphins.
I became just a head as I floated away from Mexico with my aunt.
I had a few Rum Punches to ease the pain of stupidity on my sunburned face.
I wore my “Yay Cleavage” t-shirt in a photo with my Grandma.
I drank wine from a bottle in a very classy way.
I drank a tropical drink with an umbrella before we even left the port of Tampa.
I got a video of the dolphins that’s difficult to watch because OH MY GOT, THE WIND AND THE ROCKING.