(Nothing Was About To Foil Our Plan)

Seriously? I was so ready to brave it alone. Today was our chance. Despite warnings from others, I was going to take my chances and bring the radishes to the beach today. A beach bag was stuffed with a sheet, towels, buckets and cups, sunscreens (one for face and a spray for body), extra little swimmers and diapers, wipes, a change of dry clothes for each, frozen water, straws, snacks, and hats. There’d be no one to guard our towel and belongings, so I’d head out sans iPhone and wallet–just a driver’s license and a twenty or two tucked in my bikini bottom. After lubing them up in 70+ sunblock, the sun did just that. It was blocked. With fat heavy clouds and showers. Shitballs. Seriously??? I want to kill a small horse.

2 YEARS AGO: Jerks
3 YEARS AGO: Reading
5 YEARS AGO: Off the Shelf