About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Our first and only trip to the beach all summer
I had envisioned such a picturesque day. Lolling waves, the coo of gulls, blah blah. I did not expect Junior's minute vocal chords to let out such a piercing shriek as we tried to dip his feet in the sand. He screamed. Ditto for the salt water.
I guess it's better he didn't like it. If you can't already tell from the white glare, we don't exactly tan.