Nothing Remains Quite the Same

We are home from the beach, after the 22-hour drive. I may have rounded up. But I never was very good at math. Or rounding.

Round-OFFS, though, I nailed, back in the day. 

I blame the salty, fresh air. It's made me a little loopy.

And the Jimmy Buffet lyrics swirling in my head, I blame them, too. Hence the title. 

If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.

I really can't get him out of my head. It's like a beach curse.

This photo is also a beach curse. It is the rare My-Parents-Let-Me-Eat-Anything-I-Want-Because-We-Are-On-Vacation Virus. 

You know how when you take Pepto it turns your tongue black? And then, you discover later, something else as well? That's the way this worked, too - blue tongues meant other blue things later, resulting in a minor freak out from the Girl. 

Ahh, vacation memories.

I'll be posting the pictures from our trip soon, after a good night's sleep. And lots of David Crowder. 

Comments

[Sara Bouman]

This makes me laugh, as we are just arriving back from vaca at the beach as well. Funny - all of it. =) We can totally relate.