Not Me! Monday

So I wrote this before I realized Mckmama wasn’t doing it this week. Oh well! I figured I might as well put it up anyway.

Just because you’re on vacation doesn’t mean you don’t do things that you’re not necessarily proud of.

Like last week, I didn’t eat everything in sight for seven straight days. Literally. There’s no way I could eat 6 (not kidding) meals a day: breakfast, lunch at the restaurant, lunch at the buffet, sushi, a four course dinner, and pizza before bed. If I did that for seven days, I would surely make myself sick, so there’s no way that’s possible!

I didn’t gain four pounds in all of this eating. Yeah. I said four.

I did not tell my husband yesterday that I felt like I had a “food hangover.”

And I didn’t embarrass my husband by taking pictures of those meals. In front of the whole restaurant/table full of random strangers. They would think I was nuts!

That would be silly.

I wouldn’t have even thought of cramming myself within 2 inches of our very small porthole windows on the ship anytime there was the slightest chance I could have internet access so I could check email and blogs. I was on vacation for Pete’s sake! If this was true, I would probably need to run, not walk, to a shrink. So, nope, that was so not done!

Sure didn’t play with my new camera rather obsessively. And I definitely didn’t figure out tonight that I took over 500 pictures in a week. A week. Of just two people.

I didn’t take pictures like this

or this

or this

because there is no one on Earth that would find these remotely interesting.

And I didn’t miss this guy at all.

My husband didn’t get sick of me saying “I wonder what Hardy’s doing right now” every two hours. He certainly didn’t roll his eyes every time I mentioned Hardy. And there’s no way he started to miss Hardy too after all of the talking I did about him.

Not that we like our dog or anything. 🙂