Beach math
Written by Annie on April 12th, 2008An afternoon at the beach +
pale skin that hasn’t seen the sun in an embarrassing amount of months (years, people, years) +
redness already appearing +
that lightheaded feeling from too much sunshine on the face +
sand in every crack and crevice that I will be removing until next Spring Break
=
The reason white girl is moving inland to Tennessee.
I was not born to be a beach baby. I have come to terms with it.
And may I add this- whatever power it is that the beach wind has that causes my hair to tie itself in knots and refuse to let go? I need to bottle that stuff and sell it as adhesive. Or a torture device of some sort. If you can bottle wind.
Can you bottle wind?
Ponder on that one until Monday.
P.S- Are you reading The Shack yet? I’m almost done and we’ll discuss it sometime next week. So get to readin’!!
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I am reading it (the shack – hmmm).
I went to the beach today too. (read my post)
I also had a dead lizard in my house yesterday (read my other post). I might be just a little funny (not nearly as funny as you, Queen Funny).
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I am not a big fan of the beach either. Probably why I like going to the Kidneywell’s beach house because they have a pool 50 yards from the beach. That way you get the nice beach breeze without all the annoying sand.
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Let’s not forget your huge fear of sharks…I don’t think I will ever forget our beach trip with Ground Zero staff. Wasn’t that when Burt or someone caught that shark? I could totally have this all wrong in my head…but your fear of sharks is yet another reason you would not enjoy living at the beach.
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Shireen, You are SO right. I tell that story all the time.
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are you really moving to TN? so sad…