Picture, south of here, May 2011.
It's supposed to be sunny. And beautiful.
But it was wet.
When we decided to go south of here for vacation we each picked one thing we wanted to do. The kid picked beach. The husband picked naval air museum (which the kid thought was disgusting until I clarified that he said "naVal" not "naSal"). I picked room service.
I was the only one who got my one thing. And it was mediocre at best and expensive at worst.
Despite the nasty weather and crabby attitudes (that were only placated with room service or gift shops) we had some good moments. There were the gift shops. The seahorse porn. An epic marshmallow battle.
Here are some pictures for you to enjoy.
Isn't it lovely?
Just like on LOST.
I FOUND THE ISLAND. (This museum seems to have a LOST theme...)
I watched two seahorse do it. And then the male got a big belly and shot a million babies out of it.
As close to the beach as we got...and it was like 20 degrees out but she insisted on putting her feet in anyway *trust me, she's in there somewhere*. We decided to get Starbucks after that....that is...if we could find it.
Way to be an asshole, Google.
Genuinely gorgeous. I wanted it but they weren't selling it in the gift shop. Bummer.
That brings up to date through last Thursday.
For the most part.
Until next time,
(Originally posted on my other blog, but now, brought here, to you, by magical elves. You're welcome.)