I was at the beach yesterday.
I know you find it shocking to hear I would go to the beach (again).
If it makes you feel any better, I didn't go until the Women's World Cup game ended. (And wow – what an ending!)
The water was really warm, which was nice.
There was a lot of seaweed floating around.
I gave up on the idea of taking photos and went for a long, long, walk instead.
I might have gone for a swim.
And then I sat, wet – and without a towel, on the sand.
After awhile, I remembered the forty bazillion (!!!) things I have to get done in the next few days and decided it was time to leave.
I walked back to where Briefcase sat, reading, on the beach.
We walked to the parking lot.
When I sat in Briefcase's car, a ton of sand might have immediately fallen off of me.
Hypothetically, his-wife-always-getting-sand-in-his-car might be a pet peeve of my husband's. It's also something he's realized comes with the territory of being married to me.
Then we came home.
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