I Refuse To Leave

Only a few more days left for us at the beach house, and I have devised a plan where I will chain myself to the house and refuse to leave. I think the chaining plan should also include a hunger strike until the owner of the beach house signs over the deed to me. Or not. For the past week, I have been trying to come up with a way to raise $439,000 so I can buy the house, but so far I haven't come up with anything. Oh well. I have devised a savings plan that would allow me to save up enough money to come back next year. I guess I will have to be content with that.

We have had so much fun on this little vacation. The Husband cracks me up. He acts as though he has ambiguous feelings about the beach, but as soon as his feet hit the sand, he is a little kid again. He digs holes for the baby, runs in the waves with the puppies and goes out into the deep water and launches me into backflips into the waves. We have had a blast!
Because we are like that, I pulled a boogie board out of a trash can. It was just missing its leash, and the Husband and I have been boogying all over the beach.


The Little Bean never tires of stomping the sandcastles that we build. Recently, she was sitting on the Gran's lap and I built five or six little bucket castles. The Little Bean sighed heavily, climbed down from her perch, then stopped the castles as though it were her job and was a complete imposition on her. After she had leveled my little sand village, she climbed back on the Gran's lap and returned to eating her sandy pretzels.
Yesterday we went to Shark's Tooth Beach and found about a MILLION teeth. We plan to line them all up and take a photo of them, but haven't gotten around to it yet.