Ain't Life Grand?...At Least In MY World...

Did anyone secretly bet I would return from the beach yesterday with a sunburn on my nice, pasty-white self? Did anyone secretly WISH I burnt the heck out of myself in retaliation for rubbing in the fact I was GOING to the beach?!? LOL Well, if you did have "wishes" or harbor desires of my demise, you got part of your wish to come true! My face is a bit tomato-red and the tops of my feet are on fire (from sandals)...but, other than a bit of redness, I HAD A WONDERFUL TIME! WOOHOO!

Miss "T" and I were up and on the road only seconds after Dawn flashed her crack (OK, y'all know THAT'S NOT true...but we WERE on the road before noon!)...we drove, gabbed, and gossiped our way to Ocean Shores, WA. Food became a priority, so we decided to hit the quickest and most harrowing type: McDonald's. We each ordered a "Big Mac" (can you spell h-e-a-r-t a-t-t-a-c-k, children?!?), having not had one in many years (we were on "vacation" from work! Give us a break...), ate our treat, and drove onto the beach.

Now...THIS is where the "story" changes to suite our desired tale...

When we left Seattle, it was already approaching the 70's...the forecast was to be in the 80's, which in this region of the world, is considered HOT! So, we both packed only a pair of shorts and light jackets (mine was a long-sleeved blue jeans shirt, Miss "T" wisely packed a sweat shirt). We emerged from the safety and warmth of the vehicle, only to discover a "colder-than-a-well-digger's-ass" WIND blowing off the Pacific Ocean!!! Who knew?!?

Eventually, after the shock of the chill had worn off, we regrouped our clothing options, repositioned our beach chairs (using the car as a wind screen), and proceeded to have a chilly, but fun time. LOL We took a very long walk down the beach (with our noses running from the chill and wind), played frisbee with Miss "T"s hound, figured out how to construct and FLY a two-stringed kite (this actually got pretty funny as neither one of us knew what we were doing...it attracted a bit of attention from the surrounding crowd as we repeatedly nearly gave each other a closed head injury by dive-bombing the kite contraption into the sand!), found some beach treasures (aka, sand dollars, etc), did some "tourist" shopping (because we needed a refrigerator magnet to add to the collection at work...don't ask! LOL), ate at a wonderful Irish Pub (I haven't had good Shepperd's Pie since I was a wee lass!), and proceed to donate a fair amount of money to the Quinault Indian Tribe (casino) in just a few, short hours.

BUT...IF ANYONE ASKS YOU...THIS is the story we are telling: The weather was fabulous, we walked at least 10 miles on the beach in bikinis, we were asked to enter next year's acrobatic kite flying contest because of our mastery skills, we ate like birds, and we made out like bandits at the casino.

That's just in case anyone ASKS you...LOL...