In my earlier post I said something that I now feel like I need to clarify. I mentioned that going to the beach was ONE of the funnest days of my trip. Now, let me just say that is was fun for many, many reasons.
Watching Roxy run so fast she was quite literally skimming the top of the water.
Sitting in the sand laughing at Danni and Roxy playing....or maybe it was just Danni playing....Im not really seeing Rox anywhere.
Admiring the tide pools and realizing that we were, in fact, admiring the same exact spot at the same exact time.
But even all of that comes in close second to the time we were sitting right here.
And Danni says, hold still, you have a Roxy hair stuck under your sunglasses. And then she proceeds to pull the hair out of my head. Yes, pulled it right out. To which I say, OWWWW....Im pretty sure that was MY hair. Maybe you actually found a gray one and it looked like Roxy's, but that hair was for sure still attached to my head.
And then there is this.
See that dark spot on the top of my wrist? No? Look closer. Thats the remnants of a nice, little bruise. This would have been the time where I was told that I needed to be schooled on how to utilize Roxy's leash. I was doing it all wrong. So, I am given leash usage 101. Shortly after that, Roxy gets to come off the leash. Danni pulls the leash back and totally tags me with the latch right on my wrist. OWWWW...I say. That hurt. Wow, Im sorry, she says. Its okay, I say. Not knowing at the time that she gave me a bruise. Which later she pointed out and asked me where I got that. And then answered her own question...I bet you got that when I smacked you with the leash. Hmmmm...I bet I did. Its okay tho, I forgive you.
And lets not forget that very pretty, sunny afternoon where she says, Lets eat lunch on the deck. Okay, I say. That sounds fun. Somehow, the umbrella was only shading her. But I was okay with that. I like the sun. Even when it is 87 degrees of sun beating down on my fair skinned, blondish/brown haired head. It was still fun. That is until, upon minding my own business, I reach my hand down to use my napkin that has been placed ever so gently in my lap...only to get stung by a yellow jacket right on my thumb. Did I mention they have these crazy, stalker like yellow jackets at their place right now? Yes. Yes they do. *shiver* I can still remember that yucky feeling that you get when you are stung by a bee......
Even after all that great fun tho, I was very sad to leave. The week went by much faster than I ever could have imagined. But then it always does when you are in great company and having fun, right? But dont think for a minute that Im not on to her. I made sure to leave before these babies got ripe.
Or I just know she would have had me smashing them with my bare feet just like that I Love Lucy episode.
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