I decided to take a different tack this Thanksgiving and schlep the fam down to the Outer Banks for the long weekend. Somehow, due to a last-minute cancellation, I was able to snag an oceanfront house for a song, and we lucked out with the weather. On Thanksgiving I was walking barefoot in the sand, in a Tshirt and shorts, in 80 degrees and sunshine. Not bad.
View from our back deck (I should have taken a pic of the hot tub):
Another view:
And yet another:
Whoops, that's a scene from Warren Dunes in Michigan some 20 years ago or so. Included in this scene is yours truly,
Darth, and the
Sexy Professor. And while you're taking in the glory of our mulletude, don't miss the wacky hats!
12 comments:
Who's the dork in the yellow shorts? I didn't date him, did I?
OH SNAP
Nope, the dork in the shorts was dating the drill team member in the white sweatshirt and spandex pants. Yes, I said drill team member. She taught him things that to this day he can't draw without a spirograph, figurines, playdoh, and a 64 set of crayons. Lucky bastard. Wish I knew who he was.
OH SNAPPIER
Look at all the cool kids at the beach. I wonder where their bus is. Shouldn't they be buddied up or something? They might drown.
Sounds like Ubes is upset that she never got to go to the beach with the cool kids and drink guavka drivers, coat herself in mud, and rebel against the suburban oppression. Ubes, all you had to do was ask.
I was a member of said group until I started dating the future Larry Craig.
What good choices I made back then.
Sorry, I didn't know that -- but since I was at a different school at this point, I kinda straddled the fence when it came to social events -- never delving too deeply on either side.
So, nobody really wanted you anywhere.
Got it.
That was before Darth discovered manscaping.
I think my ex-husband showed him that.
Darth doesn't look like Joey Ramone.
CTK:you said manscaping -- you owe Tony Danza your life.
Ubes: oh contraire...I was wanted in so many places I had to clone a guy to go to the places I couldn't be. Unfortunately, I could only afford horrible ugly shorts and t-shirts for him to wear. If I had a nickel for every time your ex gave Rich Belskis a reach-a-round, I'd be a billionaire.
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