Vacation

Like I said, I bugged out early Friday morning for a trip to the beach. It's a long drive but I only had myself. There was no husband to whine about traffic, no kids to break up arguments between. I meandered along through beautiful countryside avoiding major highways and driving only secondary, sometimes tertiary roads.

I pulled in at the cottage where my dad and step mom were staying and they greeted me happily and without demands...what a novel concept. I had a big smile on my face from the relaxing tour on the way down already and the happiness continued after the greeting and quick unpacking. Had a bite to eat, put on my bathing suit, and we headed off to the beach.

My step mom's sister owns a nearby cottage and there were several other of her family members there the same weekend who joined us on the beach. We pack a cooler of snacks to munch on while the sun sets. My step mom being the generous sort needs to share her snacks with the seagulls too.


Apparently one on the beach has developed quite a sense of territory and entitlement due to SM. The bird sees her coming and rushes up to her with a very hopeful look and waits for her to peel off part of her string cheese to toss to him. He also gets quite irate with anyone else who tries to horn in on the string cheese action and manages to chase them off. SM's nephew wondered what the bird would do at the end of the summer when the string cheese supplier went home for good. I said I could just imagine the poor addicted bird walking back and forth on the beach trembling, wide eyed and desperate, shaking down anyone within wing's length for spare change. SM has clearly only provided a gateway drug for this poor creature who will probably be stealing cheese balls from kids to feed his habit. We also decided he needed a name....Cheddar, which was shortened to Chet. Then I thought maybe he was really a she and should be called Brie. I dunno. Clearly the sun was affecting us all.






We also instituted some rules at the beach. It is vacation after all and isn't laundry a pain in the butt when you get home? Well, let's avoid a big pile and just wear a few clothes as possible. Yes, we could have gone with Lori and Tony's Nudity Rules, but quite honestly I don't really need to see my dad and SM naked and I don't think they really want to see me. So we had the apres swim One Garment Rule. No more, no less than one garment per person was allowed. Here SM is demonstrating her adherence to the rule since she has an unnatural affection for socks even in 90 degree weather..look Ma, no socks (or undies...but no pics of lack of VPL or bras out of respect for SM).




Saturday night Dad and SM treated me to a FABULOUS meal and at a really wonderful restaurant. I just can't say anything bad about the food. It was incredible. Good wine, good food, good conversation. We drove there in Dad's convertible during which time SM quipped that convertible drivers and passengers have a whole new appreciation for what a blow job is. Yes, she really said that. Have I mentioned how much SM makes me laugh and how much she rocks? There's Dad up there driving along and me pondering SM's remark. Hehehe.






It all came to an end too soon but it sure was fun while it lasted there were some other epiphanies during my weekend too...I don't know if it is just the season for it or what....I may or may not write about those later. Regardless, it was quite a perfect weekend. I'm so grateful for the time and for SM's generosity to let me join everyone.