Carson has been on spring break all week and, well, I have to say, we’ve been acting awfully wild and crazy up in here. Our house has become like a 24-hour party! Kindergarteners napping all over the house. Spent Capri Suns littering the floor. Empty pizza boxes under the beds.
Actually, that’s not really true, Silly! I think Carson is a bit too young and I’m a lot too old for a spring break filled with debauchery, don’t you think?
It has made me think back to my one and only wild spring break trip, way back in the 90?s. For all you youngsters out there, that’s what you might call the “olden days.” It just happened to be my 21st birthday and I may or may not have had a little fun.
Please enjoy this walk down memory lane to spring break 1996, as a single footloose and fancy free gal, compared and contrasted with spring break 2012, as a 36-year-old married mother of two.
Click on over to Southern By Proxy to read more (and see pictures of me bonging a beer in 1996!).