Peace out, Singapore! ✌️😍😚 I hope to come back soon!
Next stop, Hong Kong. 🇭🇰
Macy had sensitive footpads. She had taken to jumping from place to place, like a tropical frog, or a kangaroo. Macy loves the beach, but the hot sand causes her immeasurable pain. Advil, Aleve, and Morphine weren’t enough to dull the electric sting of the hot, summer sand. Each step sent mind rending shrieks up her equine biscoff cookies, leaving her gasping for breath. Macy never wore shoes, which one would think would build a layer of callouses so thick that her feet might look like ashy croquet mallets. Hark! Macy had a grand idea. One that might win her the Nobel Prize in modified sciences. She posited that if she hopped from the sand to the ocean and back again in a series of jackhammer-like vaults, she’s cool her feet AND be able to enjoy the exfoliating nature of the sand. Behold, Macy’s genius! Never was there a mind so astute, so nimble, so probing! Macy would survive another day, basking in the summer sun, hippity hopping her way to comfort and joy!