Do you have that Christopher Cross song stuck in your head?
Would you rather…
have the Christopher Cross ‘sailing’ song playing on a loop 24/7 wherever you go, or have buck-teeth and a beanie hat welded to you for three full weeks?
Just wondering.
Anyway. On Friday, after a lazy morning of scraping paint (my dad can’t do the prep, but needed it done so that he can paint the front of the house) and looking at hummingbirds, Rob and I decided that we were going to go out for a jaunt. Our drive along the coast took us to one of the many beaches near my parents’ house. We had sort-of planned on this; thus I was wearing my bathing suit under my dress. Rob however didn’t plan on going in the water. I don’t think he’s done much swimming before, so was ready to just sit on the shore and watch me gamboling about.
After a few minutes of splashing around up to our ankles, I (*cough*whined*cough*) convinced Rob to come on in. Luckily for me, there wasn’t anyone else around, really (generally the beaches aren’t crowded, unless you’re at the Touristy One, which I hate going to because, well, it’s Touristy. Plus you have to pay to get in. That’s stupid), so it didn’t matter that the elastic in the legs of my eons-old bathing suit decided to give out, thus exposing my ass to all the clams and seagulls. And so, he learned to float, and swim, and I got a sunburn on my smoovie. Yes, I know, sunburns are bad. BUT! Some people pay thousands of dollars for UV treatments to try and get their hair to grow back. Me? I got it for free.
Here are a few pics that Rob took before the batteries on the camera crapped out.