Have I mentioned how much I abhor sand? No matter how many different ways I try to flush out my foot shell, I continue to snap, crackle and pop with each step. Each time I enter the pool I leave trails of tiny crushed shells in my path. I have come to the conclusion that I might be stowing enough sand in my foot to replenish Timmy's sandbox.
my sandy frustrations, we have been having a great vacation. Yesterday
afternoon Timmy and I embarked on a piratical adventure. We had planned
for Scott and Robby to come as well, but the scullywags bailed on us at
the last minute. I should have made them walk the plank!
frustrated that I had paid for two tickets that were going to go unused
when I saw a Mom with a five year old girl. The little girl was
awestruck looking at the pirate boat. I could tell that she wanted to
board and take part in the excitement. I also recognized the look on the
Mom's face. She wasn't going to be able to pay for the pair to go on
the adventure. I know that feeling, and it is horrible. Without thinking
I walked over and explained that I was left with two extra tickets,
with the buccaneer upgrade, that were nonrefundable. Rather than have
them to go waste, I would love for her and her daughter to use them. The
little girl squealed, which led to Timmy clapping with delight. The
Mom gave me a huge hug and whispered "thank you so much" as we embraced.
The ticket agent, who witnessed the entire exchange, comped my parking.
Scott and Robby may have missed our adventure, but I have no doubt that
their tickets were enjoyed more by our new friends.
just Timmy and I, but we had a great time on the pirate boat. He
thoroughly enjoyed wearing his new bandana and brandishing his little
buccaneer sword. The water canons were a lot of fun until a rogue pirate
accidentally shot him in the face. After the unfortunate waterboarding
Timmy was content to sit by my side and wave to everybody and anybody on
or near a boat.
Late tonight, Robby and Scott embark on the
highly anticipated turtle trek. I'm sure that the morning and afternoon
will be filled with more time at the beach, followed by the pool to try
to clean my foot shell. Have I mentioned how much I hate sand?