Guess who started swim lessons?! This fish! (Me.)

I shivered a lot. And I was the slowest one to swim across the pool. And just because all my friends jumped off the ledge – per the teacher’s request, doesn’t mean that I would. (Because I’m a leader and not a follower. So I politely declined. That scary opportunity.)

Anyway, I’m not sure if the combination of being a slow, scared, shivering swimmer resulted in extra one-on-one attention from my swim teacher, or if she just thought I was cute. Either way, I appreciated having my own personal swimming assistant, I had lots of fun, and most importantly, I lived to tell this fish tale.

So, I’ll be back next week. Same time. Same place. Same strategy to become the teacher’s pet (fish).

Since we were so sad to watch Chelsee leave our house, we decided to follow her to Mukwonago, where she would make a stop at Papa’s place before continuing on to Florida. There, we had a gingerbread house to decorate, several furry friends to cuddle with, Christmas lights to drive through, delicious tamales to taste-test, and a brand new year to ring in.

As we welcomed 2018, we also said our final goodbye-until-next-time to Cha Cha. (And by next time, I mean, let’s visit Chelsee in sunny Florida soon! Because I love her and because we should see the world! And by world, I mean Disney World. Because I love Mickey Mouse, too.)

Maybe we’ll get there someday. But until then, Happy New Year, everybody! And happy travels to Chels!