There were some very dedicated kite surfers. They were busy being all athletic while I was licking orange stuff off my fingers from the cheesy poofs.
No sharks in there, I hope. God, do I hate sharks.
Oh crap, is that a baby shark?
You might also pat the other side of my back for locating the sand toys in the garage because that first part of my back is getting kind of sore from all the accolades.
But sharks can't drown. Crap. We were always going to be stuck with them.
Again, I'd eat pizza under this sky right now and I wouldn't try to downplay it and be like, "Oh, you just get used to it." YOU DON'T GET USED TO NIGHT PIZZA ON THE BEACH.
While Eve enjoyed the movie, too, she and I were just high on snacks.
Here is Nat maybe running away from a shark.
I was making a really inappropriate face under all this mess. Or I was being really endearing. I can't remember. This was two and a half months ago.
I'm totally watching. If you could see my face, you could see you can trust me.
We so photogenic. 2013 Christmas card?
This is where I get it from.
I think Dan got a strike.
The conveyor belt that takes you along the shark tunnel will cease to operate if there are too many people. There were too many people. You had to walk. WALK. Ugh. I guess it was as much training as I would be getting for my Ultimate Hike while on vacation. Silver linings.
Nat: You believe in mermaids?
Eve: You don't?
Nat: They aren't real.
Eve: I'm looking at mermaids right now.
Nat: You think mermaids are real?
Eve: OF COURSE THEY ARE REAL! I SEE MERMAIDS RIGHT THERE!
Of course. Duh, Natalie.
Check me out at Ripley's Odditorium. This is what I look like before I move to the beach and eat pizza every night for ten years.
And this just makes me want to pull out my VHS copy of Big and show it to the kids while we eat baby corn.
I'd totally buy a pizza and hoof it to the beach right now, flag or no flag.
Preferably no flag, though.