Are you there, Bloggers? It's me, Casey.

Had to take a picture of this unicorn I saw hanging on the wall of some store since Marg calls me her sparkly little unicorn.

Of course I had to purchase this shark jaw tee. It was meant for me.

Well, well, well. It’s been close to a month since an update and my deepest and most sincere apologies are sent out to you fabulous readers who I am sure have been crying over my non-updating. Wow, that was a long sentence, probably a run-on. Oh well. No English teacher is here to criticize and give me a failing grade on this.
Okay, enough of the procrastinating. I have SO much to fill you all in on! Hopefully the pictures/commentary have helped. So I have been in Miami and pre-beach, I was too busy figuring out how to pack only carry-ons in my suitcase that I just failed to update you all on my boring, boring life. Although, today, you lucky little blog lovers, you are getting all the information on my life that I can possibly fit into this document. Ready? Everyone take a deep breath … and read.
Well, Miami was an absolute hit. HIT, guys; such success was done. We never quite made it to the beautiful shark infested waters (of course I watched Shark Week and learned that the deep blue of Florida is the most dangerous for sparkly swimmers like Marg and myself due to sharks), but we most definitely made it to the streets of everywhere in Miami. We shopped so much that two nights in a row, we closed down the stores. Yes, that’s right. We stayed until closing and would not leave until our precious purchases were lying in bags wrapped around our wrists. We saw beautiful murals (I cannot remember who had the magical hands that drew out the magnificent art we saw, but Margaret knew and almost died while sending Joey picture after picture of our findings). My annoying hypoglycemia even kicked in on the day of our mural blogging, so her lovely mom found me a bakery that completely rocked. It was the best doughnut and real coke (from the bottle) I have ever had in my life. Let’s see. What else? Ah, yes. Well, prior to my amazing trip to the artsy city of Miami, my pale white body was art-less, as well as pierce-less (minus my ears). Not anymore! So it is the last night in Miami and what do the two girls from Dallas decide to do? Get tattoos together. And, no, this was not a random thing we just decided to do while out and about at 12 am. It was something Marg and I had wanted and thought of for a long time. I got “best” on my left wrist and she got “friends” on her right wrist. HA. I am soo kidding. But for real, as you can see below, I got my left wrist inked up with two beautiful arrows crossing over each other. To me, tattoos should mean something and mine signifies moving forward in life and always looking ahead.

Okay. I will now leave you with a bunch of mural photos that I found so beautifully thrilling I could not not share with you all.

Are these not extraordinary? Enjoy :)