Thursday, July 15, 2010

Almost Piña Coladas

Last night, Bad Cohen and I went to the beach.

We had sand between our toes, warm breezes, comfortable chairs, and nice cold drinks to sip. We even had an actual, adult conversation, about something other than schedules or tantrums or what-to-make-for-dinner.

It was almost perfect -

until somebody ran over my toes with a dump truck.

Is there any way to convince my son that the sandbox is really for grownups?


Anonymous Minnesota Mamaleh said...

sounds like pure bliss! (even the truck-on-toes maneuver! and, for the record, i *love* pina coladas! what's not to love in all of the that coconut-y goodness?!

love the post, love the pics. well done, lady! :)

7/16/2010 2:57 PM  
Blogger Samantha Wilde said...

HA! You had me. You even had me...jealous! What with my children at my feet from 7 am to 9 pm a sandbox sounds pretty good.

7/18/2010 10:43 AM  
Anonymous Vicki said...

I was jealous the whole time :)

7/22/2010 4:00 PM  

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