Back from the Beach

Vaughnie and Clyde at it again.

If you go to the beach with boys who wear swimsuits with pockets that means you'll have sand forever in your luggage and seashells in your washing machine.

We are back from vacation and I'll post about it when I am done shaking sand out of everything and by that I mean I'll really be finishing my hippie meditation book that's due back at the library tomorrow. Yes, I still use the library and no, I can't renew it because it's on hold which means someone is waiting on me.

I'll leave you with this gem of a picture. Vaughn chose to wear a sweater amidst the summer heat because of the no-see-ums that were out in full force. (She attracts anything that bites which swells to a giant welt and ends up in a scab because of the itching. Can you be allergic to mosquito's and such?) She always chooses to wear cardigans that way - with the first button buttoned - and ends up looking like a cross between an old lady and a 50's poodle skirt girl. I'll also tell you that Vance chose to wear that same shirt again later on with a pair of neon green shorts and socks and he looked like a giant highlighter. I love how ridiculous they are.