I can hear the waves coming in and out. In and out. WAIT. That’s not the waves at the beach. That’s the washing machine. geesh. You know vacation is over, when you pour your own coffee in the morning and you hear the rhythmic cadence of the washing machine. By the way, there is NO front desk to call and request an extra towel to dry your hair.
We spent our days:
lounging in the hot tub
deciding where to have a picnic
indulging in treats
exploring new places
breathing fresh air
buying a couple of goodies in a mini gift shop on Nye Beach
talking in the car
When we come home from vacation there seems to be an amazing amount of laundry. geesh. Took over an hour to vacuum out our car. We brought home a LOT of souvenir sand from the ocean.
As much as I adore, relish really, going on vacation, I am plum tuckered out.
While unpacking and sorting laundry I slipped my wedding ring off and put it into my pocket. Forgot all about it. After a few loads of laundry this morning, I heard a sound in the bottom of the washer. Behold, a couple of very sparkly rings.
Not really a good idea, however in this case it turned out okay. Wash your rings a couple of times in the washing machine. They come out all sparkly clean. Good Gravy.