Ok, I do not intend to be all Look At My Fancy Vacation Bragpants.
But mother of all, it was crazy good therapy. This is the second and last installment, I promise.
On this particular vacay, that guy in the back of the picture lost his shorts.
I made some comment about how I would take my suit off if it weren't so hard to get back on.
Pretty soon, he held them in his hand and said it wasn't that difficult.
Then it was only a matter of shear strength and will and they were mine and, well, too bad for him.
someone else rocked the sun hat like no one's business
someone else dug all the way to China
someone beat her uncle at The Farming Game
someone got to sit on the table and someone else got to eat playdough
someone visited the theater where Dad did his master's work, and acted with and directed Jeff Daniels and Terry O'Quinn and some other badass actors
someone jumped waves at all time of day and night
someone ate marshmallows at bedtime
someone else upped him and added chocolate and peeps
someone got their tickle on
someone proved that The Face is genetic
someone learned to play Dutch Blitz
someoneS dressed alike (oh, it was an aaaaaaaaacident. really.)
someone found a farm and made some art
someones watched Olympics
someone is beautiful
some sisters roasted peeps
someone mysteriously grew some breasts
someone ran with the grapes
and someone reminded me that this is true bliss and that these moments, they are fleeting.
