| This day got off to a rocky start. Well, not that rocky. I stayed in bed until 10:00 and had 3 consecutive uninterrupted cups of coffee. So I sorta felt super-human after that. Which was timely given the events to come....The daily itinerary lacked in activities. We only planned a day on the beach and cooking supper at home. Easy! The Smiths took the little boys to the beach and we were not far behind with the girls. Girls are easy, right!? Until one certain Bullington daughter slung herself upon the sofa in a rather dramatic fashion, thusly bumping the couch into the neighboring sofa table aka “bar for the week” and sent dozens of bottles of the spirited and distilled variety tumbling and shattering onto the floor. I felt bad for her (and my wallet) because it was truly an accident. Friend Angie likens teenage daughters to drunk baby giraffes wearing roller skates. And that is truth. They are all arms and legs and it can, and did, lead to catastrophe. It was an expensive show of theatrics. It took a mighty bite of our beach time to clean up that much booze and glass followed by a trip to the bottle shop with Mr. Bullington’s Debit Card. Now our beach house smells like we’re making hunch punch in the bath tub. Once we got there, we had a great day on the beach! |
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