Wordless Wednesday

Do It Yourself Ear Piercing

The Island Girl wanted to have her ears pierced again, just above the first piercings, so she can wear 2 sets of earrings.

I had 2 holes in each ear for years (the second set have long since closed up) and considering all of the places kids her age want pierced I decided that a second set of holes in her ears wouldn't be that bad at all.

Just before dinner time she showed up and wanted to go have them pierced right then.

I told her that I would take her later in the week but she kept insisting that she wanted it done TODAY.

"Unless you want me to do it with a stick pin and a potato like a friend did mine, then you need to wait" I told her.

She wanted to hear that story so I told her that when I was a teenager I wanted a second set so a friend numbed my ears with ice, put a potato behind them and then rammed a stick pin through them.

Surprisingly, it didn't really hurt.

The next thing I knew she was on the computer and telling me that it really did look easy and that she wanted them done today.

Her father walked in, heard the conversation and said "I'll do it for you right now and can do better than a stick pin and a potato."

She was hooked.

The Island King brought in the supplies he'd need and offered to get started.


Both of the boys freaked out but she knew he was only kidding.

So he went rummaging through our medical supplies and came back with what he really needed.


Alcohol for sterilizing everything, a bottle cap to put behind her ear (instead of a potato)a glass container to sterilize the earrings in, a pen to mark where the holes would go (so they'd be even) alcohol pads for cleaning her ears, a needle for the piercing, tweezers for handling the earrings after they were sterile, a gauze pad in case there was blood and Neosporin and Q-tips for after to prevent infection.

He scrubbed his hands, doused them with alcohol and he was ready.

She held an ice cube on her earlobe until it was numb


Her ear got numb, I cleaned it with an alcohol pad and it was time for the moment of truth.

He stuck the needle right through and in a flash her ear was pierced.

He did the other side and in under 5 minutes the whole thing was over.

No blood and no tears.

And she's a very happy camper.


The Island King continues to impress me with the things he can do.

Now, if I could just get him to do the laundry I'd be a happy camper too.

Helicopter Ride?

We were driving across Okaloosa Island yesterday when I spotted this helicopter sitting in an empty field.

There was a building there last week but today it's gone and in it's place is the helicopter.

It looked plastic from the road and after arguing over whether it was real or not we turned around and went back to see.

I hate to be wrong but it's not plastic.

It's a real Bell 206 JetRanger, minus a few critical parts.

What really cracked me up was this sign out by the road.


I'm not an expert but I don't think they're going to be doing tours any time soon.

The Blue and Gold Banquet

Last Sunday evening was our annual Blue and Gold Banquet, which is a Boy Scout event held each year to celebrate the boys and everything they've accomplished.



The Oldest Island Boy is a Webelos and will be crossing over from Cub Scouts into Boy Scouts next month so this was his final Cub Scout event.

The Webelos sang a song for everyone and for the week leading up to the banquet the Oldest was very excited about getting up on the stage and singing for everyone.

But then the moment of truth came and we almost had to force him to go up there.

And once up there he made sure to get behind everyone else.

He told me it was exciting to think about doing it but when the time came he wanted to hide behind the curtain.

Thank goodness he didn't have a solo to perform!

The Youngest Island Boy earned quite a few belt loops and his Wolf badge.



Don't you just love the untucked shirt? I actually ironed his uniform - which is a big deal for me because I NEVER iron - so he would look nice and then the first thing I noticed when he went on stage was that his shirt was untucked.

Proof that no ironing deed goes unpunished.

The Oldest also earned belt loops and achievement pins and was just as nervous going on stage to get them as he was when they sang.



And by that time his shirt was untucked too.

I'm giving the iron away.

My parents were there and enjoyed seeing the boys recognized for their hard work.


We have a great pack leader but he gets a little long winded and the evening started getting longer and longer.

At one point as he was bringing things to a close he started telling another story and my Mom whispered "Good Lord!" under her breath which struck me as really funny.

I'm one of those people who gets tickled at the most inappropriate times and the harder I try not to laugh the worse it gets.

I was trying so hard to keep it in that my whole body was shaking and the next thing I knew the Island King was trying not to laugh too.

The Island Girl realized what was happening and she started giggling which caused my Mother to glare at us across the table and that just about did me in.

It took a few minutes but we were able to get ourselves under control and thankfully the banquet ended soon after.

It was a nice evening and even though my sides ached from not being able to laugh out loud we had a good time.

Thanks for coming Mom and Dad!

A Ballet Date

The Island Girl is taking a music class at school and one of the requirements is that she attend several performances at our local Arts Center.

She went to an opera with some people from her class right before Christmas and now it was time for her to see a ballet.

The Northwest Florida Ballet put on a production of Dr. Coppelius' Magic Toy Shoppe Saturday night and when I mentioned that to the Island King he said "I'll take her."

We were eating dinner and when he said he'd take her everyone got quiet and then all four of us started laughing.

Dad at the ballet? That is just not something any of us could see his redneck self wanting to do.

He got a little indignant and told us that he enjoys a little culture now and then and that he really did want to take her.

Saturday rolled around and when it was time to get ready the Island Girl asked him what he was wearing.

"I'm wearing what I've got on right now" he says.

She looked him up and down and then looked at me and said "Mom, you're going to do something about this, right?"

So I had to tell him that the jeans, t-shirt and flip flops he was wearing aren't exactly going to the ballet kind clothes.

He smirked so I'm hoping that he actually knew that LOL

I also warned him not to yell. No laughing unless others are laughing, no booing and certainly no "Take it off, baby!"

Island Girl was a little worried but I assured her that it is possible to dress him up and take him out on occasion without something embarrassing happening.

He came out of the bedroom and surprised us both - in his tux and wearing a bow tie.

He really cleans up well.

And the Island Girl looked beautiful as always.

He's never worn a bow tie before but has decided that he's not young anymore so he's going for the eccentric look.

I like it.

Island Girl really enjoyed her date with her Dad and told me that he was a perfect gentleman all evening. And he didn't embarrass her one time.

They enjoyed the ballet but both seem to agree that ballet isn't their thing.

They said it was interesting but that the KISS concert was much better.

You can lead a horse to water but you just can't make him drink LOL

More Babies

Remember the momma and kittens we found back in September?

We decided to keep all 3 of them and I looked into having the momma fixed.

But what I read was that we had to wait until she finished nursing.

What I didn't read was that if you don't take the kittens away from momma she'll nurse a lot longer and apparently can get pregnant again.

Which she did.

And guess what we found under the box springs of our bed the other morning?



There are 4 of them and I am already in love.

We dug them out and put them in a basket in my closet, which seems to be somewhere momma feels safe because she hopped right in the basket with them and has been completely content since then.

Once we realized she was pregnant the Island King immediately started telling me not to get attached to them. We've already got 4 cats and 2 dogs and we CAN NOT have any more animals.

"This isn't a farm, you know" is one of his favorite expressions and I heard that a lot before the babies were born.

As much as I'd love to keep all 4 of them I realize that 8 cats and 2 dogs really are too many animals.

But there is one baby in particular that all of us fell in love with us and even though he's protesting the Island King knows we're keeping that one.

He did tell me yesterday that he's already called the vet and made an appointment to have momma fixed exactly 8 weeks from now.

And I've already found homes for 2 of the kittens and I have a 3rd person to talk to that probably wants one as well.

There is a solid white one


A gray and white one


A black and white one


And this little striped one - which I've already claimed.


My Dad saw them yesterday and just shook his head telling me that I'm worse than my sister. Which is saying something because she's always had a house full of animals.

I guess I've become "that crazy cat lady" because in my opinion you can never have too many cats.

It's a good thing I have the Island King to balance me out or I'd have dozens of them.

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Laughs

I try really hard not to laugh at other people.

I really do.

But sometimes I just can't help myself.

I see something and no matter how much I hear my Mother's voice in my head saying "Be Nice!" the devil in me takes over and I laugh.

It's worse now that I have a blog because not only can I laugh but I can post things here for the world to see and laugh with me.

Unless you're nicer than I am and laughing is never acceptable.

In which case you'll want to go away now.

Because I laughed until I cried when I saw this picture.



This is the French Air Force Summer Uniform.

My cousin works for the UN and has been in Haiti helping with disaster relief and sent me a link to a bunch of photos she's taken in Port Au Prince.

She says this is not a joke and these are the actual summer issue uniforms.

I am in no way making fun of the individuals wearing the uniforms but...

There is just something inherently wrong with a soldier wearing a sleeveless, V-neck shirt and little man shorts.

My apologies to the French. I realize you are a nation of lovers not fighters.

After seeing this I realize that's a good thing.

Wordless Wednesday

The Garden Saga Continues

The day after we discovered that the Island King's chicken wire fence wasn't going to work he came home from the store and said "I found our fence. It's on the side of the road and we've got to go and get it now before someone else does."

I didn't even ask what kind of fence he'd found because anything was going to be better than the chicken wire disaster so I hopped in the truck with him and off we went.

Just around the corner from us a man is putting in a new privacy fence and his old one was stacked out by the road.

"We're going to build a wooden fence and everything we need is right here" the Island King tells me.

So we hauled the wood home and stacked it in the back yard.

It had to be completely dismantled so he could put it back together the way we needed it but there was definitely enough wood to build the fence and even some left over to repair some broken pickets on our big fence.


The Oldest Island Boy was all over this, wanting to pull the nails out and get the boards ready.
Do all 11 year old boys like to tear things up or is it just mine?



It wasn't long before the old fence was ready to become the new fence.

I'm really proud of the Island King. He did a spectacular job and we now have a really awesome fence.



He already had the hardware for the gate in the garage so our fence ended up not costing anything.

Woo-hoo! We found good soil to add to the garden in our own yard and now we found and built a fence from free materials. This is great.

Now all we need is mulch.

"I'm NOT paying for pine straw" has been the Island King's mantra for years and as soon as I mentioned mulch he shook his head and told me that buying mulch was out of the question.

I smiled and decided that the next time he went on a photo shoot I'd head to the store for mulch and then he could whine about it later if he wanted to.

But that afternoon he came inside, smiling from ear to ear and telling me that he'd solved our mulch problem.

The man had been driving around town picking up all of the yard trash that had been put out by the road.

At first I thought he was nuts but then when I saw what he was emptying out of the trash bags he'd collected I realized this was a great idea.


Piles and piles of oak leaves and pine straw. Exactly what I wanted and once again - it was free!

Our garden won't have that "manicured" look that you see but hopefully we'll have a summer filled with fresh veggies.

Now if I can keep my brown thumb from killing everything we plant we'll be ok.

The Garden Saga Begins

I have always wanted to have a green thumb. My Mother can just look at something and it will grow but for me gardening is a lot like cooking - something I love to do but don't usually have a lot of success.

Dani, over at Gardening Under The Florida Sun has inspired me and I decided that this is the year I will have a successful garden.

The Island King has been telling me for years that he wants to grow a garden as well but I could never get him out there long enough to really help me. He'd come out into the yard, throw a few comments around and then head back inside.

But this year the gardening bug hit him and as soon as it got warm we rolled up our sleeves and outside to build a garden we went.

My parents gave us a Home Depot gift card for our birthday so we've used that to buy seeds, some small starter plants and a few other things but there were still a few other items we needed as well.

1. Some good soil to add to our sandy stuff

2. A fence to keep Buddy the Beagle out of the garden

3. A lot of mulch

We stood in the yard talking about needing to add some really good soil to the garden and he kept saying "I just have a problem with buying dirt. It's dirt for Pete's sake!"

He understands the need for adding good stuff to our sandy soil but doesn't like the idea of paying for dirt - good dirt or not.

He started eyeballing the line of redtips that grow along our side fence and said "For 15 years we've been raking up all the leaves in the yard and putting them under those redtips - I bet by now there's pure dirt gold under there."

We pulled off the top layer of leaves and the soil under there looked really rich.


"We're going to move this dirt to the garden and the garden dirt back over here" he tells me.

"And it won't cost a penny!" he adds.

So we dug up the dirt from under the redtips, mixed it with some potting soil I had and potted up all of the plants we'd bought with our gift card.


Meanwhile, the Youngest Island Boy wants to dig in the old sand pit.

Both of my boys like to dig and years ago I gave in, handed them shovels and told them they could dig in a designated part of the yard.

They spent HOURS out there digging. Their digging destroyed a good portion of the yard but as long as they were digging they weren't getting into trouble so I didn't care.

They dug serious holes and then last year the digging bug wore off. They covered the holes and haven't done much digging since.

So when the Youngest wanted to dig we told him ok. He was outside, happy, enjoying the weather and went right to work.

A couple of hours later I look over and see this.




Good grief.
It took almost as long for him to bury it again but he doesn't mind. Moving dirt out, moving it back in again is no problem. The boy likes to dig.

The Island Girl wanted to be outside too but being a teenager she comes attached to power cords.

We don't mind though because the girl plays awesome classic rock on her guitar and we enjoy every minute of it.

One of the cats spent the day in the birdbath that's waiting to be cleaned and filled for spring.


We spent a lot of time turning the soil in the old garden and mixing in the gold we dug our from under the redtips and then Island King constructed a sad little fence out of chicken wire.

I tried not to laugh but it was the worst little fence I've ever seen and when the Beagle stepped right over it I laughed until I cried.

The Island King shook his head and admitted that it was indeed a sad little fence and wouldn't work at all.

It was getting dark so we stopped for the day and decided to come up with another idea for a fence tomorrow.

We're definitely going to need something the Beagle can't step right over.

Wordless Wednesday

Who Wrote That?

Our church has always provided meeting space for our local Boy Scouts. They generously share the church van and trailer for the scouts to use on camping trips and offer a lot of support to the boys.

So one Sunday a year they have Scout Sunday where all scouts (boys and girls) are invited to the Sunday service. The scouts present the flag, lead the congregation in the Pledge of Allegiance and then our Pastor spends a few minutes praising them for their hard work and dedication.

This past Sunday was Scout Sunday and as we were sitting there the Island King handed me the church program and pointed to something at the bottom of the page.

Written there were the Boy and Girl scout promises.

The Boy Scout Oath reads:
On my honor, I will do my best to do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout law. To help other people at all times, to keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.

The Girl Scout Oath reads:
On my honor, I will try to serve God and my country, to help people at all times and to live by the Girl Scout law.

Do you see what I see?

The boy scouts will do their best to do their duty to God and country but the girl scouts only have to try to do the same?

Seriously? What is that about?

The Island King was snickering and once the service was over laughed and said that the boys are expected to do their best but the girls only have to try.

The Oldest Island Boy chimed in and said that's because boys are easily able to do their best but that girls have to try a lot harder.

Which sent the Island Girl and I into a fit of laughter.

Because everyone knows girls are better at doing their best while boys are the ones who have to try much harder.

Obviously both scout promises were written by men LOL

The Book Swap Debacle

For years I've scanned the Life section of the local newspaper, trying to find interesting things to do and see.

Because of this we've been to some really interesting events and had a lot of fun.

But the downside is that sometimes the newspaper article can be a little misleading and we go expecting one thing and find something totally different.

One of the most memorable events I found was the Blue Water Bay Book Swap.

According to the newspaper, Blue Water Bay would be having a "large" book swap with hard and soft cover books of all kinds. New and used, all of the books were available for trade, refreshments were to be served and everyone was welcome.

We're avid readers so the idea of a book swap sounded really good.

I told the Island King's Uncle Kris about it and he wanted to go too so we all spent a few days rounding up our old books, excited at the prospect of trading them for some new material.

The swap was to be held on a Saturday and we were planning to spend that day at Tower Camp so we thought we'd go to the swap and then drive on up to the woods when we finished.

Because Tower Camp is so primitive I knew we'd be dressed for the woods and not a "people gathering" but I didn't think much about it because I thought there'd be so many other people at the swap that no one would really notice us.

As we pulled out of the driveway that morning I had visions of browsing table after table of books, coffee and a donut in hand, finding all kinds of treasures to read in the woods.

Blue Water Bay is a large community on the north side of Choctawhatchee Bay and even though the newspaper had not given a specific location I assumed there would be signs leading to the event.

We got to the entrance and there were no signs.

We followed the main road and ended up at the big club house on the Bay.

Still not a sign in sight.

I was positive I had the date right so we all piled out of the car and into the club house.

Which was filled with the Saturday morning breakfast, golf and tennis crowd.

The man at the front desk looked us up and down and with a curl to his lip asked if he could help us.

I told him about article in the paper and asked where they were holding the book swap.

He looked confused and told us that they have a book swap program through the club but he didn't know anything about the article in the paper.

By now, people behind us were waiting to be seated so he had a waiter show us to the "book room."

An obvious case of passing the buck but as long as we were en route to the book swap I didn't care.

So off we went. Right through the middle of the dining room, winding our way around tables filled with people.

People who were staring at us with their mouths hanging open.

I knew we'd look a little out of place but I had no idea just how much so.

There we were, six of us. Three kids in their most beat up, doesn't matter what you do to them in the woods clothes, the Island King and I wearing beat up old cammo pants, gun belts - sans guns (they were left in the car) big knives tucked in our boots, and scraggly shirts for bushwhacking our way to a creek we'd planned on visiting later.

And there was Uncle Kris. At 6'2" tall and 250 pounds Big Kris was an imposing sight on a good day but today he was dressed for the woods. Jeans, stained shirt and a huge leather hat with raccoon tale hanging from the back.

Carrying a large duffel bag filled with the books we'd brought to trade.

And did I mention the knife the size of Texas tucked in his belt? That really got a lot of looks.

We get to the other side of the dining room and the waiter opens the door to a small room. No bigger than a small walk-in closet.

The waiter flipped on a light and there on the back wall was a shelf with 3 beat up old paperback books.

And nothing else.

We were standing there wondering what was going on when an executive type in a suit came rushing up. And he did not look pleased.

"Could he help us? Did we realize that this was a private club?"

Which wasn't really the best way to handle the situation.

I pulled the newspaper clipping out of my pocket and told him that we were there for the book swap.

He read the paper and then looked like his head was going to explode.

He got on his little walkie talkie and had a short conversation with some guy named Mike. Mike was to meet him in his office immediately.

I felt a little bad for what was surely about to happen to Mike.

He then pointed to the 3 books on the shelf and asked us to swap what we wanted as quickly as possible because we were disrupting the dining room.

His being so rude turned out to be a huge mistake.

Big Kris smiled real nice at him and said that he didn't think we'd be interested in trading any books so we'd be glad to leave.

He turned and started back through the dining room at a snail's pace. We were behind him and as we got to the 2nd table he stopped, reached over the people sitting there and picked up a basket of croissants.

Kris had this deep, booming voice and when he spoke everyone in the dining room could hear him.

He handed each of the kids a croissant, saying "The newspaper said there would be refreshments and these look right tasty."

By now the executive was having a full blown, smoke coming out of his ears, head about to explode attack, which sent me into almost hysterical laughter.

There we were, standing in the middle of the dining room, eating those people's croissants, the exec looking like he needed an ambulance and me laughing like a hyena.

Which prompted Big Kris to explain to the entire room what was happening.

He told them about the newspaper and that he was sorry we were interrupting their breakfast but that we'd been lured here by an article advertising a large book sale only to find 3 paperbacks on a shelf in a closet.

The reaction of the people in the dining room was a mix between amusement and shock at the sight of a bunch of hooligans eating pilfered croissants.

Slowly we made our way to the door and as we were about to step outside Kris stopped, looked at the exec and said "If you'd been a little nicer about your mistake I wouldn't have felt the need to embarrass you." Then he winked at the man and said "Just something to think about."

Obviously we didn't get any books to read but we did go on to spend the day in the woods.

To this day I still laugh when I think of those people in the dining room staring at us.

And the croissants were a little on the heavy side.

Fairies, Trolls And Camels - Oh My!

While we were at the Renaissance Festival we were surprised at all of the different kinds of costumes we saw people wearing.

There were the dresses and cloaks that we expected to see but there were also a lot of Fairies. All kinds of Fairies.

But there was one Fairy that seemed to catch a lot of eyes. She was stunning in pink and as we were standing across the walk looking at her my Dad asked me about Fairies.

"What's up with the Fairies? Are they a Renaissance thing? I thought they were a Grateful Dead thing."

I told him that I had no idea and before I knew it my Dad walked up to the Fairy we'd been watching and started asking questions.

I followed and we learned that apparently the Fairies, being known from the Medieval Times, hang with the Renaissance people and that she'd never been to a Grateful Dead concert so she had no idea about that.

But she did explain that there are good Fairies and Goth Fairies. Goth Fairies are more like Pixies, who are mean and will bite if you pick them up.

She pointed to this girl and said "That's a Goth Fairy."

There was a tiny curl of her lip when she said it, making me think that good Fairies and Goth Fairies don't get along so well.

Meanwhile, my Dad has moved on from Fairy questions and they're talking about her. She probably between 18 and 20 and she lives in Tennessee, and travels with this Fair.

She gladly let me take their picture

and if I had any self control at all this picture would make excellent blackmail material but I couldn't stop myself and sent it to my Mom that night LOL

The Island King walked up just as I was taking Dad's picture and immediately said "Me too, me too!"


While I was taking their picture my Dad told her to watch the Island King's hand and she just laughed and said "I'm not worried about that - I've got the controlling hand."
Notice in the picture her hand is below his and would be able to stop any grabbing or groping that might happen.

Smart girl. She's got that figured out and I'll be using that technique the next time we go to a Chamber event.

While we were talking to her I started watching the Troll that had a display set up next to her.

Topak the Troll had to be the most jaw dropping thing I saw the entire day.

Just in case his purple face didn't disturb you enough, he had on a little pair of black shorts under his pelts, which left nothing regarding his extremely hairy legs to the imagination.

He'd lured people up to his seat to have their picture taken with him and it wasn't long before he had a taker.

This poor woman thought she was going to sit next to him on the bench and have her picture taken.

Wrong.

She sat down and he threw his leg over the top of hers and snuggled up close.

She thought that was funny.


But then he whispered something in her ear that she must have found quite disturbing.

Because she couldn't get him off of her fast enough.

As we're talking to the Fairie she tells me that I should have my picture taken with the Troll. "He's my Daddy and he knows all about Trollin. But you do have to be 21."

Uh, no thanks. I saw his idea of Trollin and I'll pass on this one.

And after I learned that you have to be 21 to have your picture taken with him I realized that opened a whole new door of what he might have whispered to that poor woman LOL

The flier we'd seen for the festival said there would be camels there to ride and I can't tell you how excited I was about that.

I've never ridden a camel and since I don't have any trips to camel country planned I knew this might be my only chance to ever ride one.

The Island King laughed at me, but seriously, how often does a girl from the beach get to ride a camel? Not very often.

The kids and I climbed on

And we rode a camel!


It was a really cool experience but let me tell you - the back of a camel is not a comfortable place to sit!

They say you learn something every day and that day I learned that riding on a camel's back is NOT the way to go.

There was an elephant there as well and all three of the kids really wanted to ride him too. Sounded like fun to me. I rode an elephant years ago at a circus when the Island Girl was a baby but she didn't remember and wanted me to go with her again.

It's not like I do a lot of elephant riding so I agreed.

While we were waiting our turn the Island King kept whispering in my ear "Elephants gone wild. You see it all of the time. They just snap one day, stomp the man leading them around and then run off."

I told him to shut up and happily followed the kids onto the elephant.


Let me tell you there is a HUGE difference between riding an elephant versus riding a camel. On the elephant you seem to float along comfortably, almost like riding in a luxury car.

Even though I tried not to I started thinking about what the Island King said about elephants gone wild.

We'd walked about halfway around the circle and the elephant stopped.

The man gave her a gentle poke with his stick but the elephant wouldn't move.

I could feel a little panic start to seep in and I thought what if he pokes her again and she freaks out? The kids and I will be the tragedy leading the evening news!

By now, it's clear the elephant isn't going to move.


I decided it might be time for us to just get off now but one look down convinced me that was a bad idea. Getting off of an elephant means a long drop to the ground!

The kids started asking me what was happening and I told them I didn't know but that Dad and Pop-Pop were standing over there watching and didn't seem concerned so I was sure everything was fine.

And then the smell hit us, leaving no doubt as to why we were stopped.

I can say that fresh elephant poop is by far the worst thing I've ever smelled!

And all feelings of riding in a luxury car were gone.

We made it safely back to the stand and I have to say that we were all more than ready to get off the elephant.

And then came the best ride of all.

A ride on a War Horse.

These horses are huge and beautiful and the idea of riding one was as appealing as the idea of riding the camel was.

The Youngest Island Boy went first and loved it.

Next went the Oldest Island Boy and for some reason he was a little nervous

He says he liked riding the camel better.

Then it was my turn.

And as you can see I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

I even got brave and rode with no hands for a minute.


As fun as that was though I will admit that hugging a Knight was pretty cool too.

He smelled so good that I didn't want to let go.

I told the Island King that he could go back and hang out with the Fairy but that I wanted to stay and hang with the Knight LOL

We had so much fun and did so many things that we normally don't get to do.

I'm ready to go back.