It was a day at the beach

I feel like a cruller that has been dusted with fine cinnamon sugar - sand lightly coats my arms and legs and face and... yep, there too - my scalp.  I know when I brush this mop, the half of the beach that hasn't fallen out of Four and Five's swim trunks will be coaxed out of my hair.

I should mention that the part of the cruller that is my back feels like it sat too long in the hot part of the oven; it's just a tad crispy.

Life's like a day at the beach, isn't it?  Sometimes you get sand in your hair. Sometimes you get burned. But in exchange you get sun and sand and surf. Not a bad deal.