Peter Frampton called. Wants his beach hair back. (Really, he does. Have you seen poor Peter Frampton lately? Bald. If there was ever someone who shouldn't have gone bald. All those lovely blond curls…)
Really, my hair at the beach is a thing to behold. You got your wind, you got your saltwater, you got your humidity, and then it even rained. It was like I was the child of cotton candy and bedsprings. It was bad.
So needless to say I didn't pick anybody up at the beach. Except for some construction workers, who thought I was carrying insulation on my head.
But hey, I go away for four days and I come back and Chastity Bono is a man? I miss everything interesting.
Anyway, here's my trip in a nutshell.
Marvin is going to be so bothered by that photo. He hates feet and all feet-related things.
Here's my trip in a nutshell when I rolled over.
Hi, Sleeping Beauty! Yes, we did the thing again where we only took pictures of her sleeping. We continue to think we're hilarious.
The other thing we did was look at crabs. No, I didn't look in the mirror, Shecky Green. There were little crabs running about and Sleeping Beauty and I were enamored of them.
Can you see him out there, in the middle of the sand? This one was kind of yellow, so we named him Old Yeller. Because we're creative that way. I kind of enjoyed staring at my own astrological symbol all weekend. Crabs are cute.
Also too, there were dolphins and I sat like a sentinel for hours trying to see them. I finally saw what seemed to be four sets of fins in the water, and I do not mean that Sven and Ingmar were out there. So I MIGHT have seen dolphins but I really wanted a whole no doubt I saw them, rubbing my parts on Flipper kind of thing. Which did not work. I considered ordering mahi mahi just so I could see a dolphin for sure, but I did not.
Anyway, thanks for voting for me in that ding-dang contest while I was gone. Don't you wish that thing were over by now?
Now I have to go make out with Henry, because I missed him so bad.
Guess who isn't in the mood to be picked up and kissed? Guess who is 1/100th my size so he has no choice? Guess who just huffed off with attitude, like he is too good for this, and doesn't want to be associated with a half-cotton-candy/half-bedsprings mom?
They grow up so fast.