Hiya, bestie! I know I was supposed to give you a call when I checked in, but jet lag, right? Had the shock of my life this morning when I saw your face staring at me in the bathroom mirror, let me tell you! I don’t know what’s less believable: the fact that you’ve been a freaking body hopper in all the time we’ve known each other, or that you’re willing to give up your vacation just to sit around on my flat ass all week. That thirsty for Sebastian, huh, tramp? *Hic* just kidding. Don’t blame you; I married the guy after all! You were SO embarrassed when you told me how you had the hots for him, but if you hadn’t, the three of us wouldn’t have come to our little agreement. But you don’t need me to give you the stamp of approval twice; the fact you’re not picking up tells me the he’s giving you the time of your life right now. Just the thought of y’all going at it is start-woop, haha, wardrobe malfunction! Guess I’m still not used to wearing a two-piece, or having these giant things swinging around. Probably doesn’t help that I’m helping myself to the resort bar, if you can’t tell. You CANNOT handle your margeritas, by the by. But it’s VACATION, time to go nuts! Speaking of which, I’ll leave you to it. Time’s a-wastin’ and “Mama’s” ready to snag a boy-toy all for my own. Ciao!