Totally switching subjects…
It was 93 degrees here Sunday. 93 DEGREES!!!! So, we did what everyone else was doing – went to the beach. We thought we would do what everyone was doing once we got to the beach – frolic in the ocean.
Here is a bit of news:
You CANNOT frolic in the Pacific Ocean without a wet suit. Those people you see frolicking are devoid of nerve endings. The water is frigid, even if the air temp is 93 DEGREES. The water was so cold my shins ached. Did I get out? No. Because I didn’t want the 7 year old standing next to me to think he had the upper hand. I waited until I could not feel my feet, then I ran for the beach like the big baby I was. I passed the 7 year old’s, 5 year old brother in the shallower waters.