Bevsico

Guys. It’s April 5th. On May 5th, Bev flies to Cancun for a long Mexican weekend. I feel like we should make a “Bevsico¹ Bingo” card. Now taking suggestions as to what may or may not happen while I’m there. Anywhere from Bev drowns in her personal swim-out pool to Bev meets her knight in shining Juan-or and never returns… let’s get this shit started.

Also, Nan… you may have to slip MamaG a Xanax or two. Plan accordingly.

-Bev

¹OK, I feel like I have to explain the spelling of the play on words of Bev and Mexico, and why my new word doesn’t include an x, because at first glance, it kind of feels like it should… but it’s because the ‘x’ sounds is a combination of the ‘k’ (or hard c) and ‘s’ sound, and it wouldn’t work here, OK? Just like the ‘s’ doesn’t work in the word Jaxson. Think about it. Jaxon does the same thing, guys. I could go on here, but I wish not to offend. I probably didn’t need to explain that to anyone, because no one else obsesses over this weird word shit like I do… or do they? (someone? anyone?)