fun was had

the ocean has been played in. feet and hands have been buried in the sand. the waves have been frolicked in. yips and giggles of glee were heard throughout the beach house at random moments. many, many shells were collected. ice cream was consumed. sunsets and full moons were marvelled at. a red kite was flown and a grand sandcastle was built. there were walks along the beach, a couple of barbecues and leisurely drives down the gulf boulevard. hours were spent swimming and splashing and floating peacefully in the ocean. crazy canonball jumps into a modest swimming pool were witnessed and applauded. flav-o-ice popsicles were in glorious abundance and stained many a tongue green/blue/purple/orange/red. colorful cotton beach blankets were laid out. hawaiian tropic suntan lotion was purchased and generously applied. dolphins were sighted. souvenirs were bought. an aquarium was visited where big sharks and neon jellyfish were spotted and starfish and anemones were gently touched. people got caught up on sleep. work was (almost) forgotten. pacman was played. movies were seen. books and magazines were read. there were beach balls, floaties and bubbles. brand new swimsuits and sunglasses. skin has been tanned. huge tangerine-colored flowers were plucked from bushes and tucked behind ears. many, many, MANY photos were taken. there were a few meltdowns, a couple of snags, some drama and exhaustion along the way but more silliness, more laughing, more mellowing. life was reallyreallyreally good.

it's cold and rainy this week here in atlanta so I have refrained from washing my beach blankets (they smell like the ocean) and have taken to slathering myself with hawaiian tropic whenever I get the urge (so I can smell like coconut and summer). I am currently rebelling against any and all responsibilities. all film has already been developed (it's official: we're broke) and soon happy vacation snapshots will be tacked up all over this joint. for a peek at the festivities, click here.