The weather is cooperating wonderfully, it’s been beautiful. The horseback ride went off without a hitch (HA!) and I will have more to say on that subject when I get back.
The wife and I are ready to kill our children:
“Can we go to the beach?”
“Not now.”
“Can we go to the beach?”
“Not now.”
“Can we go to the beach?”
“Not now.”
“Can we go to the beach?”
“Not now.”
“Can we go to the beach?”
“Not now.”
“Can we go to the beach?”
“NO, YOU WILL NEVER GO TO THE BEACH AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE.”
I am getting lots of exercise, walking on the beach every morning. I spend my time daydreaming about owning my own beach house that I could escape to. And filling it with dozens of brilliant and beautiful women that find me incredibly desirable.
Hey, if you’re going to daydream, go big.
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Meh.
I avoided the “Can we go to the beach” question byu getting a beachfront room. Worth every extra penny. Sure! Go on! I’ll be here on the porch.
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We had a beachfront house, but it was on the top of a cliff above the beach. And Oregon beaches are a little too dangerous to let them roam unattended. So they had to get one of us to go down the beach with them.
The problem was that if we told them we would go to the beach that day, we would be badgered unmercifully for the rest of the day until we actually dragged our vacationing butts down the cliff.