cruel summer

From the PhoneCam!

Beach

On a sunny beach at last…it’s only August.

Edited after I got home: Sweet merciful crap! Apparently when I was schrpritzing myself with the sunscreen I neglected to pay attention to my cleavage. I have a bright red “V” now in the center of my bodacious set of tatas.

Mom’s line of the day:

Mom: … and at this rate I’ll need my rescue inhaler.
Me: You have it with you?
Mom: Nah. I never take my rescue inhaler with me.

Bonus line:
Mom: Look at that huge kite!
Me: Um…that’s a parasailer.
Mom: Oh. I guess I need new glasses.

Anyway, despite the stifling heat, and the fact that our favorite breakfast place, the Culinary Garden was closed (not just closed for the day…closed closed, complete with State inspection notice on the door), we had a great time.

Tonight I’ll be sitting here trying to envision a redesign of the CPO site.

Now if you don’t mind, I’ll need some privacy so that I can delicately rub Banana Boat “Sooth-A-Caine” onto my affected area. (evil grin)