First of all, let me just say thank you for all of your participation in this photo contest. Billie and Ravyn were neck and neck in the finals, and the winner actually only had 5 votes more than the other. So the winner is….
Congratulations to all of the finalists, and a special congrats to Ravyn and my bestie Billie for having the two best photos of the contest! Ravyn, I hope you love your necklace! Could you please email me with your address: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Now onto more pressing matters…like what happens when you mix alcohol and the beach. Last weekend, The Hubs and I went down to the beach to visit my family. After the grown-ups went to bed (grown-ups = grandparents), my dad, my other grandmother (Algie), The Hubs, and myself were left to our own devices. Let me set the scene for you: It was dark, and we were on the balcony overlooking the water. The only light came from the glowing full moon. The beer came from the cooler…which we drug out to the balcony in order to keep from walking the few feet to the kitchen. Aaaaand scene:
Dad: What is that out in the water?
Me: Oh my gosh its a BEACHED WHALE!
Dad: Yeah it totally is!
The Hubs: (in the background) Its not a beached whale.
Me: Ok! We need flashlights, a camera, and a phone to call the authorities!
The Hubs: (in the background) We don’t have beached whales here.
Algie: I’ve got a million flashlights! Here, take them ALL!
Dad: I’ve got the phone.
The Hubs: (in the background) Its probably a great white shark.
*we walk down the steps and onto the beach, when reality strikes*
Me: Its not in the water anymore.
Dad: Nope. Doesn’t look like it.
The Hubs: Its the canopy to a tent!
Me: Whoa, I totally thought it was A BEACHED WHALE!
Dad: Let’s go look at the oil.
Me and The Hubs: OK!
So there you have it, fellow Nerds. Be careful how much you drink at the beach. When canopies start to look like beached whales….go to bed.