I hate leaving the beach. I drag out the last day as long as I possibly can...making PJ stop at every little place I may have missed and pose for every little photo opp I can think of along the road out of town. He didn't pose for this one...I just happen to have a crush on this view that I had all week. Hoping it will marry me.
I would have written while we were there, but I just couldn't break away from doing absolutely nothing. Doing absolutely nothing in the hot sun all day really takes it out of you.
So, we're back.
We had a great time as usual. It was such a relaxing week of sun and food and drink and conversation and friends and family and fireworks on the water and so forth and so on.
PJ learned to play Guitar Hero. (He's really good...and REALLY gets into it.)
Let's see...What else? Oh...this little guy:
So glad we got to spend a few hours with little cousin. (He says great things, BTW. More on that later.)
And no, we don't have a new puppy. This is just the hair PJ and I got off of Clover today using the FURminator. That thing is downright amazing. She must weigh five pounds less. And how could she not feel better? Instead of thanking me and realizing how fortunate she is to have me, she's pouting and avoiding eye contact with me now. Ungrateful little snit.
I can't even believe I have to go back to work tomorrow. God help me.