Taking a break from the sun, we decided that one day would be devoted to shopping. Krissie needing a break from us and self-admittedly not up for an all day shopping trip, decided to stay home with Grandpa Jack and Just Jean. We, on the the other hand, headed out to the mall, outlet mall, and anything else that sold things. Courtney, Aimee, and I had a good time. But Anette was in love with all of the things she could stock up to take back to Finland. I remember her buying a purse that had "New York" written all over it. Because she wasn't going to make it to New York while she was in the states, she was excited to have a something representing the Big Apple. I was going to explain to her that the purse was probably made in China, but I restrained myself. When she spotted the Puma store at the outlets, I thought she might wet her pants. Yet that was nothing in comparison to her finding a store that sold JLo jeans and t-shirts. I guess you could say our styles were a bit different. When it was all said and done, we'd been gone from the house for 8 hours. That meant Krissie spent 8 hours by herself with someone else's grandparents.
After the shopping trip we returned home to snatch KB and head back out. I don't know where exactly we were planning to go, but we had somewhere in mind. Yet we stumbled upon the most interesting neighborhood in America. It's called Celebration and its owned by Disney. Did you ever see the movie Pleasantville? Yeah, me neither. But Celebration is exactly like it: all the houses were perfect, the yards were meticulously manicured, the cars were solemnly parked on the street, people were walking around, they had neighborhood parks and stores, and everyone was quaint and polite, and well perfect. And I guess Disney thought that should be celebrated? Frankly, I found it to be a bit disturbing, yet so intriguing.* 
One night, and I can't remember which...maybe after the day at Disney, we thought a nice trip to the pool would be a nice way to end the day. Being that we didn't have any bathing suits with us, and being that we were fun and spontaneous, we did what every cool girl would do in that situation. We went skinny dipping. I should say most of us went skinny dipping. Anette and Courtney refused. (Also, I'm thinking that if Anette didn't think we were strange enough, this potentially put her over the edge into thinking we were lunatics.) It was fun and no one came by the pool that night. After a while we clothed up and headed home. The next day we decided to lay low and just hang out by the resort-like pool. All is going well: just us 5 young ladies and lots of elderly men and women. Have I mentioned how cool we were? But after a while some pool police dude comes over and gently kicks us out of the pool. What? He claimed that it was because we weren't escorted by the Summit Greens member, but we'd been at the pool un-escorted before and it was fine. Thus, we all think its because they must have had a video tape in the pool somewhere and saw us taking a dip the night before. :)
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