2.9.12

I may never come home

Sun, surf, sand, cocktails, cabanas, (cabana boys!), a little shopping, a lot of laughing, even more dancing, and doing it all with several of my best girlfriends this weekend at the Fontainbleau. Just one of the many ways I’m celebrating turning 50. Because I am celebrating.

I used to be one of those people who complained about their age. Not any more. I’m here. I’m healthy. And if you have your health (and a margarita with salt), you have everything.

See you when I get back. That is if I ever come back!

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  1. Elizabeth Stephenson says:

    Wonderful comment! Exactly how I feel having turned 50 last March!

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