A few weeks ago I was aaaaaaching for some time off of work.
Tyrel was in the middle of switching jobs, and my vacation time had just renewed.
That meant St. George.
Oh St. George. I die for the one shot of summer I get while I visit you!
Tyrel's parents have a timeshare there, and they were kind enough to let us join them for a few days.
The boys golfed.
Pretty much the whole time.
That means the ladies got to shop, swim, sun, and lounge.
Perfectness.
Thank you St. George.
You gave the the only flip-flop tan line I would get during the Summer of twenty-eleven.
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