this past weekend my parents were at isle of palms for a fancy doctor's getaway (thank you rich hospital). I woke up saturday to a voicemail from my mom which basically consisted of all things wonderful suggesting that I come spend the night in their room and have brunch and sit on the beach etc etc. I was all in. so I drove down there saturday night after work and spent a lovely night hanging out with them (and oh I miss that comfy bed!) and a fun morning/afternoon of the beach and seafood. it was wonderful.
but all that to say, I went to breakfast with my mom (my dad had a meeting) and got to talk to the wife of one of the doctors. she asked me what I did for fun. my response? well, umm... fun? what's fun? sad isn't it? my dad asked me the same question later and I had a similar response. but then I remembered. what do I do for fun (other than go out in hurricanes and eat food late at night)? I stay up with my roommate until 1:30 AM trying to name all of the states and their capitals. that's what I do for fun. jealous aren't you? my life can be summed up in one word: thrilling.
obviously.
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