"Can we go to the beach?"
"Let's go to the beach, ok?"
"Tomorrow? Can we go to the beach tomorrow?"
Sunday after the 9 a.m. service at church, we hung out at the house, ate lunch and then headed to the beach. Jacob had to work. :( It was an overcast day, so we knew it would not be too hot for it.
Now, let me explain something. I. Hate. The. Beach. I hate it. ALL the work. Let's get changed, let's get towels and sunscreen, hats and a change of clothes. Let's get chairs and blankets, water and snacks. Let's load the car. Let's spend 30 minutes trying to find a spot. Let's lug everything from the car to the beach. Let's set up everything.
Then after about half an hour, I'm completely out-of-my-mind bored. I hate the salty water. I hate sand everywhere. Sand in places sand has NO business being in. I hate having to put everything back in the car and get the car, and my house, sandy.
I am not a fan of people who come to stay at my house and go to the beach. They bring back their sandy clothing and selves back and I want them to just stay outside and hose off.
So going to the beach for Isabel? It's a big deal.
|Love that I caught her in mid-air.|
After we left, we decided to go to PJ's Sea Shack and boy, were we glad we did. Half-priced appetizers on Sunday, plus the half-priced Early Bird menu were fantastic. Our bill was basically half what it would have been.
|Om nom nom! Isabel ate this!|
We went home, all sandy, and crashed for the night.