Ya know, going to the beach is no picnic. Well, it can be................but let's not get into that right now. I'm of the you-only-need-a-beach-towel school, but the DH insists on lugging chairs and umbrellas and a beach bag, for heaven's sake. I think it has something to do with the Boy Scout motto. I should be thankful that we're not pitching a tent. Shhhh.......let's not give him any ideas.Bottom line: whether you drag the kitchen sink with you........... or not................a day at the beach is livin' la buena vida. Ole'.
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