November 22, 1993

Over the weekend I went to Mexico. It was fun. I went water skiing.  I bought a whip but my parents confiscated it. I went there because my dad went on a business trip so we went with him. We stayed in an awesome hotel off the shore. It was really humid though. I had a fun time but my sister didn't think so because she couldn't ski too well and did tons of face plants into the water. When we were flying down there we saw the Grand Canyon, man was it huge. Don't you just hate when your flying and your ear hurts and they're plugged and you can't hear much, or when your eating you go through a cloud and it rattles and your pop spills on your new white pants and the pop is colored red, so it stains your pants.  We just barely got home last night.  Boy am I pooped.