Parasailing - 0, Rock Climbing - 1

Remember how Fasha wanted to take me parasailing for a belated birthday present this past weekend?

Well someone should have told him that reservations would be needed in order to do so.

His excuse for not making them last week like he said he would?

"Who would be parasailing these days anyway?"

Oh, I don't know, Fasha. 

It is only the middle of Summer in San Diego where tourist season is extremely high and most people gravitate towards water activities in these conditions.

So I'd place a strong bet that everyone and their mother wants to go parasailing these days.

Wouldn't you?

Needless to say, that didn't work out.

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Want to know what he did do for my birthday instead?

Fasha proceeded to bust out his iPhone to play Amazing Grace on this new app he purchased by blowing into the bottom of the phone and simultaneously pressing the correct buttons on the screen.

Mad skills.

{All while Princess Sophia looked on with what I can only imagine was strong admiration. I wouldn't know, as English is still not a strong suit for her, so not many words are spoken.}

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Fasha then held a lengthy discussion on why his hair is looking fuller these days.

He said that he has grown it out longer so that he can comb it back to hide the bald spots.

He calls it genius.

I call it Korean Donald Trump.

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Now for the kicker.

Fasha then proceeded to give me my birthday gift.

Unwrapped and definitely used.

Chicken Soup for the Chiropractic Soul.

What the...

I don't even have the words.

I mean....what?

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After the lunch festivities, to make up for the parasailing fail, Fasha took us to go Indoor Rock Climbing at Solid Rock.

That is some workout, I tell you!

A very scary workout.

My heart was beating so hard the first time I went up. I was for sure The Dizzle would drop me.

But alas, he did not. He held on for dear life and promised I would make it down alive.

And guess what? I did.

It was a lot of fun. V Dizzle was basically pro status from the get go.

I thoroughly enjoyed staring up at him and his muscles as I held his rope. Yes, yes I did.

And you know what? By the end of it, I'd say I was a bit of a pro myself too.

And when I say pro, I mean that my heart wasn't leaping out of my chest anymore.

And yes, Fasha was that guy wearing his suit in an indoor rock climbing place.

Because he's cool like that.

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xoxo