I, Rebel

I was kind of a boring teenager. I broke curfew a couple times, and I might have talked smack to my mother now and then, but mostly I was Ms. Goody Two Shoes. My first kiss wasn't until after I graduated from high school. And I never, ever snuck out.

So to make up for my square-ishness, I TOTALLY RAN AWAY LAST WEEK.

And thanks to scheduled postings, YOU didn't even know it! See? SUPER SNEAKY.

We went to Rio last week. As in de Janeiro. We've been there before, but it's been a l-o-n-g while. As in, last time we were there, our family looked like this:

That's depressing.

(And DANG Mr. Squishy looks like Little Prince.)

So anyway, My Man had a meeting with a client last week and asked if I wanted to tag along sans kids.

Tcha!

So while he was in his meeting I got my nails done. For R$15 (about half that in dollars.) Brazilian manicures? Heavenly.

And then I got to hang out with

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Yum.

We saw this randomly cool boat display. And said, "I sail!" a lot.

Then we went to a super famous churrascaria and I ate Ratatouille. ("Let's do this thing!")

And I felt stupid taking this picture. But I did it. For you.

We rode in a taxi. My Man was super excited.

It was kinda rainy, but it made for a (sorta) good picture.

I don't know why this building is. But it's cool.

We got a hotel to freshen up and - mini bar devotees that we are - checked it out. What's that in the corner there?

Ah, of course.

This IS Rio, folks.

But the best part of the trip was AMERICAN food. Or Australian, take your pick.

Rio rocks. Hun, I'm up for a getaway when-e-vah.