Who doesn’t love the beach? It’s all about the sand
in your ass crack between your toes. The sun on your face. And the people who shouldn’t have left the house in that watching. Personally I have always loved the beach which is ironic because I have lived more then half my life in the desert. Maybe because I couldn’t afford to live at the beach…who wants to work when you live by the beach? I would be calling in sick all the time. Which as a stay at home mom would probably be frowned upon.
We are actually planning our family trip to northern California this summer. A fabulous 9 nights only a mile from the beach. We will be staying in our
home on wheels camper all snug like sardines. I am sure we will smell like sardines by the time the trip is over. My husband has been rambling on about it for the past 3 months. I of course just started getting excited about it over the past few days. That was after the stress of having to pack a camper for the 6 of us settled in my head. Luckily there are no diapers to have to pack this year. I don’t know how we ever survived on vacations when we had 3 in diapers and 2 on bottles. Bins, bins, and more glorious pain in the ass bins!
We have been to the beach many times as a family and I am quite certain that the mini van, we just traded in, still had bits of sand deep within the carpet and cracks of the seats amongst all the other
bodily fluids memoirs of all our trips.
The following are some of my photographed memoirs (all by me) from one said trip.