I know I’m supposed to be enjoying all the fresh fish, tropical fruits and icy cocktails on offer, but this has become my daily fix…
What flavor ice cream is it? Who cares. It’s all about the toppings, my friends. Some poor fellow has the temerity to get between me and the bowl of rainbow sprinkles…and let’s just say that’s one more person who’s learned to not get between me and a bowl of sprinkles, rainbow or otherwise.
The other things in the bowl are crushed Oreos and Skor bars. People are staring at me (perhaps because I’m eating them before, during and after lunch), and I never really ate all that many Oreos when I lived in the states. But you know what? Those chocolate black cream-filled disks are addictive. Especially when softened-slightly by the Bahamian humidity.
Oh, and in response to all your requests for a swimsuit shot, you’re going to have to wait.
Matt and I had a couple of photo sessions, but decided I just didn’t have the backside to pull it off. So we’re having an open casting call with the male members of the Club Med staff in my room later this afternoon to find a suitable replacement. And we’ll get back to you shortly.
Thanks for your understanding.