Erin H.

After an exhausting 12-hour drive to our honeymoon destination in Daytona Beach, Fla., my husband and I ('I' being a blonde...) decided to refresh ourselves with a dip in the motel pool. I must have dropped a few pounds to pre-wedding jitters, because each time I dived into the pool, I lost either the top or bottom of my skimpy new bikini. We had the pool to ourselves, so we just laughed and retrieved the pieces. Later we dressed for dinner and went down to the motel restaurant. Waiting for a table, we sat in the lounge and ordered drinks. Above the bar was a huge, empty, glistening fish tank. Curious, my husband asked, "Why is such a beautiful fish tank empty?" The bartender grinned from ear to ear as he replied, "That's not a fish tank. It's the swimming pool." BTW... 'I' ...is not me....

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