Beach vs. Mountains
This vs. That: Beach vs. Mountains
I have been Slacker on getting to this post in part because I hoped more people would vote, and in part, I was pulling a Donkey and enjoying the waffling with melty butter and hot drippy syrup . . . yummm . *wipes drool of her face and continues typing*
This was a surprisingly hard vote for me! So here are the results:
Total votes: 18
Beach: 10 votes; 56%
Mountains: 8 votes; 44%
While a few of you expressed love for your reject, and one of you did suggest mountains NEXT to the beach (after voting, so I didn’t count a ‘both’ vote), most people were surprisingly sure of themselves.
And of course, I could have decided to split the vote 50/50, because after all, I grew up among the mountains, and I consider them to be my old friends. In fact, I miss them terribly and have considered starting a petition to rename the grossly misnamed Appalachians.
Hills, people. They are definitely HILLS.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand. When I vacation, do I dream of packing up my tent and enduring the hard ground of a mosquito-infested campsite? No, I do not. So of course, my vote had to go to the beach. But I agree with Missed Periods. I’ll take the 75 degree weather and crystal clear water, please. 🙂
Okay, now on to the next debate:
