I know that I live where thousands of people plan and plan for years to take a vacation. I live about 10-15 miles from the beach, but it takes 30 minutes to drive due to the traffic. I took dd down to the Keys this year, and hubby took her to the beach a few weeks ago, so I thought I had dodged the bullet this year as school starts next week. Nope!! She was begging, so off we go today.
First is lugging all the crap over from the parking place, over the sand, up some stairs, down some stairs, etc. Finally made it to the beach. Laid out the blanket which was immediately covered with sand and started blowing away in the wind. Saw lots of umbrellas blowing across the beach with silly looking people chasing them. At that point I am glad I couldn't find our beach umbrella. Later when I am burned to a crisp, I wished I had it. At least chasing it down the beach in the breeze would have kept me cool.
Then sitting in the shallows where the rip tides are just begging to drag me out to sea, never to be seen again. I get so worried about my dd that I beg her not to go above her ankles, so poor thing tries to ride the 6 inch waves. So I decide I really, really need a beer as I have had enough SUN and FUN!! So I get a beer and am standing in calf deep water when a wave knocks me down and the rip tide proceeds to drag me under. I hurt my wrist as I tried to catch my fat butt as it fell, and to add insult to injury, I lost my beer.
So I tell dd I have had enough. Pack up the crap, drag it over the sand, up the stairs, down the stairs, to the van. Home we go. Get home and my van seats are soaking wet. van is full of sand. DD and i take showers so both bathrooms are full of sand. Not to mention that I think there is sand on my body where no man has gone before.........
And now I have a sunburn.
Did I mention I hate the beach
First is lugging all the crap over from the parking place, over the sand, up some stairs, down some stairs, etc. Finally made it to the beach. Laid out the blanket which was immediately covered with sand and started blowing away in the wind. Saw lots of umbrellas blowing across the beach with silly looking people chasing them. At that point I am glad I couldn't find our beach umbrella. Later when I am burned to a crisp, I wished I had it. At least chasing it down the beach in the breeze would have kept me cool.
Then sitting in the shallows where the rip tides are just begging to drag me out to sea, never to be seen again. I get so worried about my dd that I beg her not to go above her ankles, so poor thing tries to ride the 6 inch waves. So I decide I really, really need a beer as I have had enough SUN and FUN!! So I get a beer and am standing in calf deep water when a wave knocks me down and the rip tide proceeds to drag me under. I hurt my wrist as I tried to catch my fat butt as it fell, and to add insult to injury, I lost my beer.
So I tell dd I have had enough. Pack up the crap, drag it over the sand, up the stairs, down the stairs, to the van. Home we go. Get home and my van seats are soaking wet. van is full of sand. DD and i take showers so both bathrooms are full of sand. Not to mention that I think there is sand on my body where no man has gone before.........

Did I mention I hate the beach
