George is a saint. Who is George you ask? Oh just St. George, Utah.
Yes. I defeated Provo's white snow and all.
I pick up my backpack, shoved a swimsuit and some shirts, hopped in my cousins car and off we went for a weekend excursion to St. George.
The weather was 75 degrees sunny and it was all a mighty treat.
We put school aside, and laid out by the pool.
played lazor tag.
climbed the dixie rocks.
rotted our teeth with candy around the fire.
and practiced our tennis skills.