So when I went to the beach for an (awesome!) on-the-beach wedding, what did I do? Naturally, I took more pictures, thus adding to my already long to-do list. But this is work that doesn't feel like work, so I'm cool with it.
I dare you to tell me this isn't the most attractive mound of washed up seaweed you've ever seen. What's that? You don't really notice that kind of thing when you're soaking up the sun on a clear, summer day with nothing but endless water and sand sprinkled with scantily clad eye candy? How awkward of me.
