After a long trip punctuated by
sermons from roadside bible belt residents,
a trip to the Piggly Wiggly,
and far fewer invasions of personal space than expected, we finally arrived at the beach on Sunday night. Since then, we’ve found little time to do anything else but sleep past noon, munch on peel-and-eat shrimp, watch The Price is Right, sit and relax on the beach, and, of course, throw sand at each other.
(this picture was taken after a perfect shot down the front of Grace’s swim suit by yours truly)
Wish you were here!