The weekend at the beach.
We're home after spending the weekend at the beach. Some good friends of ours agreed to put up with all our noise and messes for two days so we could enjoy the salty air and sandy bottoms. We are greatly appreciative of their hospitality!
Here are a few photos of the weekend. We were staying in Scituate, MA. The house was right on the harbor. Here's a view from the porch:
While Darryl was exploring the rocks near the lighthouse, he found a message in a bottle! I was pretty excited because I'd never found one of those before. It took me a pretty long time to get it out of the bottle. The inside was a little wet and the paper kept sticking to the sides. But I finally managed to pry it out in one piece. Wanna know what it said?
Yup. I *heart* Vagina.
It wasn't a romantic message from a heartbroken man whose wife, his only source of light and joy, died in his arms and he just wanted to send her one last thought.
Not even a cute scribbling from an adventurous grade schooler looking for fascinating "What I Did This Summer" story for school.
And it wasn't even a hopeful wish for the future of our planet.
What are the chances that I'm ever going to find a message in a bottle again? Did my one and only chance really have to be I *heart* Vagina???
Feel free to call the number. I'd like to, but I have the feeling the writer and I don't share similar interests