Happy Beach Day!
Sometimes you wanna be where you can see the troubles are all the same. You wanna go where everybody knows your name.
What? No you donít! Who on earth wants that?! Itís like, ìHey Leah, whine whine whine, These are my troublesÖ.î BLECH! Screw that! No, when Iím feeling a little blue I like to go somewhere elseÖ. The Ocean!
Because Dan and I had a rough week still being married to each other, we decided to take a short trip to the seaside to clear our heads. That, and to give Rascal enough exercise for the next millennia.
Rascal loves both the beach and the snow with a passion all encompassing. I think itís because both surfaces represent his favorite two activities combined: Running and Digging. If you were to put a microphone to his brain, I believe it would sound something like: ìDIIIIIIIIIGGGG! Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig! Run Run Run Run Run Run DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGG!î
Before I had children, and by children I mean Rascal, I didnít understand how people could live their entire lives vicariously through their kids. Like, ìDisney World was soooo much fun; little Jimmy just adored its-a-small-world-after-all he made us go on it fifteen times!î And Iíd be like, ìfun? Did the birthing experience also include a frontal lobotomy?î
But going to the beach with Rascal and watching him frolic in the sand reminded me that, yes, life is so plain that watching a hound try to catch seagulls in his mouth can make you totally forget that all you got on Valentines Day was an e-card.
Bye-Bye beach. See you next time!