Thursday, July 9, 2009


The second half of our vacation was spent in Bremerton at my in-law's.

They have a boat.


We saw sailboats,

a bridge,

and a beloved mountain.

Cinderella innertubed,

Sleeping Beauty floated,

the Little Prince looked cute,

and Prince Charming kneeboarded.

And I? I got sunburned.

Oh, yes. After thirty-*mumble, mumble* years, I still haven't learned my lesson.

My arms look like lobster claws, and my chest looks just as bad. My face and scalp were protected by my hat, and, for some reason, I had decided to wear pants on a scorching hot day.

Have you ever tried nursing a baby with flailing arms and dragon claws while sunburned? It's not pretty, my friends, not pretty at all.

And, of course, it was too hot and humid to wear long sleeves.

If I'd had any with me, that is.

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