After breakfast, we walked down to the beach.
We had purchased some backpack chairs from Walgreen's. So, we packed out towels, sun screen, and such and put it in the backpacks. Grabbed the cooler and umbrella, and went tot he beach.
We set things up -- didn't take long at all -- and sat down in the recliners, enjoying the beach.
The wind, the surf, the sun ... it was all wonderful.
Somebody, however, brought reading material. A Domestications catalog.
I have the strangest feeling we're about to have the house redecorated. Maybe with a beach theme.
Or maybe not.
Perhaps she's just enjoying reading a catalog while on the beach.
Which I'm okay with.
It gives me a chance to just ... look around.
At all the others walking up and down the beach.
Yeah. You fellows know what I'm talking about. Yeah.
Only, it's not like that. This is real life, not some episode of Baywatch.
So, what song comes to mind while watching the girls walk up and down the beach? One of these:
- The Girl From Ipanema - Astrud Gilberto
- Beach Baby - First Class
- Aint' Gonna Bump No More With No Big Fat Woman - Joe Tex
If you took the third option, then you're a winner. That's right, most of the women on the beach looked like ... me. Only longer hair. And with boobies.
And, no, I have no photos. You really don't want photos.
But we did enjoy sitting on the beach, watching the waves roll in.
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It was great. And we'll be back on the beach later, enjoying more of it.