I don't eat Chick-fil-A & I don't have a basement

...But I appreciate some, or a lot, of what this person has to say:

<written by a stranger, shared by a friend (AD) via Facebook, and blarg posted by me>

"In The Basement"

Hi, I'm Mat.

Here's the jewel that greets front door guests, now:

Rapture in the blender

Recipe

• About two bananas, sliced.  The browner ones, the better.
• Roughly 1/2 cup ice
• 6-8 ounces of any type milk, yogurt, Greek yogurt, etc.
• 2 tablespoons peanut butter
• Optional:  Nutella, chocolate syrup, etc., to taste
• Optional:  small amount of Splenda
• Seven year old not included

Hey, lady.

"What color would you like for your nails, lady?"
"Would you like another pina colada, lady?"
"Hey, lady, would you like another week at the resort on the house?"

We only "heard" two of the above statements, regrettably, when I traveled to Mexico with my dear, dear, DEAR best friend Andrea.  She and I go way back.  Here we are crashing a news desk during college:

Among Andrea's rainbow of talents, she is a fitness instructor in her meager spare time.  When Andrea invited me to join her on a jaunt to a resort in Cancun, as a "working" vacation, I purchased my air ticket quick and with more intention than a waxing technician in a hurry and with no time to fret over your sensitive upper lip derm.  Andrea taught pilates classes a couple of times per day and we enjoyed the remainder of the time studying Middle American Anthropology.  I mean, sun soaking, snorkeling, wave running, parasailing, shopping, dining, walking, working out, and sleeping.

It is probably obvious, but Andrea had a simple task of convincing me to obtain my group/aqua fitness instructor certification so that I too can commandeer my own Caribbean coup of a vacation.  She will be MY guest on our next resort excursion!  Besides, becoming a water aerobics teacher will help me remain active.  As I heard Gov. Ann Richards once state at a speaking engagement, "when a woman makes an appointment, she will NOT miss it."  She said this as a way of encouraging us to remain fit through accountability.  I for one would not relish the repercussions of standing up a pool full of retired ladies (insert stereotype).  Here's evidence that Andrea's role in our vacation did involve a degree of "work:"

This is my favorite photo from our vacation, resulting from a literal ambush of Mexican blankets, sombreros, and faux guns:

Here are more Cancunigan photos:

Beach Life