Remember last week’s post? When I shared the photo of what happened the first few days we were on vacation?
Well, one day, we got chased off the beach not once, but TWICE.
Yep, that’s right. Twice.
We got over to the beach around 10:30am. By 11:30am, dark clouds were rapidly moving towards us.
“Just ignore them and they’ll go away,” Dad suggested calmly, as I turned around and anxiously looked at the approaching storm every two minutes.
“I’m pretty sure that isn’t how it works,” I responded.
Within ten minutes, large, cold drops of rain began to fall. We packed up the beach duffel bag, the beach chairs, the umbrellas, etc. and headed back to our place. It proceeded to downpour for 15 minutes.
And then the sun came back out.
“Oh, so you’re gonna be like that?” I asked the sky. I stubbornly told the family we would be going back over to the beach after lunch.
We trundled all our things back over at 1:00pm. Around 2:30pm, another storm rolled through.
The only upside of this whole thing was that we were becoming pros at packing up our things. I felt like we were in a hog tying contest as we bungee-corded everything together in under 50 seconds.
The second time we arrived back at our place, Dude decided to comment on the day’s activities in a roundabout way.
“Bye, bye bye-eee,” he sang, as we walked through the door.
I didn’t realize N’SYNC could be applied to the situation, but that’s just another example of my brother’s genius.