Although I love going to the beach, I will admit to coming home, sitting on my back porch soaking up the sun, smelling the freshly cut grass and enjoying the sounds of the birds for a full ten minutes before I started yelling at the kids again.
Coming home sure does make you relax.
Overall, we had a good week.
Ray Ray fell in love with a surfer dude but it was short lived as his mother was a rude hag.
My mother in law was driving the Rover when a 92 year old snow bird backed into her and refused to admit it was her fault because she was scared her kids would take her license. Ya think??? Here’s your sign!
Ella spent the entire week buck nekkid. ‘Nuff said.
Rico spent the week trying to convince me that he’s really a pirate and we should sell everything we own and buy a boat. 
I’m not that great of a swimmer and my floatation devices aren’t that big so I spent the week pretending I didn’t know any of them.
Just kidding.
