The good news is, I wasn't eaten by a shark while at the beach.
The bad news is, I didn't really tan.
See, I either burn or...nothing.
So I'm still rather pale. In fact, I'm not sure people would even realize I had even BEEN to the beach.
This is also because we don't go out in the afternoons. It's too hot in the afternoons. We usually go out in the evening, when the air is pleasant.
Anyway, so we're back, and this means I need to play catch up on a number of things. My blog. Laundry. Groceries. (As in, buying some..)
I'll go into further detail about our trip next week.
For now, I'll leave with a picture:
Feeding the seagulls was the highlight of the kid's day. They basically behaved like I do when people offer me cake. (The seagulls, not the kids...)
Seconds after I took the picture, though, I felt a stream of wet down my back and realized that I had been pooped on.
I handled this like a respectable adult.
No, I'm kidding. I immediately was like, "Ew! Help! Is it in my HAIR? Tommy, WHAT DO YOU SEE?"
I behaved like it was nuclear waste or something.
Tommy dipped his towel in the ocean and wiped what he could off.
I knew we shouldn't have tried to feed them apple peels. They were probably like, "You've given us fries before. What's this JUNK?"