Going to Granny's
just not today :(
This morning I was putting laundry away in our room, when Natalie came in asking for help to pull her pants on. She'd changed out of her jeans, into a pair of cutoff capris that we picked up one day in Wrightsville Beach last April because she'd fallen into the water and needed dry clothes. She rarely wore them last year because they were way too big. Apparently she still remembers where she got them though because she was wearing them on purpose. Or maybe she can read? They do say "Wrightsville Beach" across the butt. Classy huh? I went into her room to find her suitcase out and open on her floor. Packed with (as she listed to me), shoes, shorts, her swimmy suit and a sunhat. She explained that she was going to Granny's to the beach. I have to say the packing was pretty impressive. I think she learned it from some early morning tv with Special Agent Oso. I guess tv's not all bad. Luckily she didn't flip out when I told her we weren't going to Granny's today. Instead, we went to a park that has a sand volleyball court and had a "beach" day there. It was fun, but it wasn't the same. We may be over that stinky virus, but now we're all beachsick. Granny, we're heading your way ASAP so we can get over our illness. :)
