It’s been a whirlwind few days since I last posted. In that time, we’ve gone to beaches in all New England states except Connecticut and Vermont, because, well, duh. I will (eventually) post about all our adventures, but here’s a quick teaser:
After we went to Rockwell Painting, NH on Friday, we got up super early on Saturday morning to visit Auntie Gigi & Uncle Heavy (what? he chose the name!) on Martha’s Vineyard for two days.
Highlights included two beautiful beach days, a visit inside a real lighthouse which George is still talking about, and a grown ups’ night out which involved me slapping Matty “for no reason whatsoever” (the reason was booze). Sorry, Matty.
On Monday, we continued our Beaches of New England Tour with a visit to Ogunquit, ME to hang with our friends, The Chans.
We went to yet another gorgeous beach, splashed in some enormous waves, and had a lovely dinner with our friends, which I partially ruined by doing my Fantasy Football draft in the middle of it. However, I did get Tom Brady, and as of today, a judge has nullified his four-game suspension, so all’s well that ends well, right? Sorry again to your parents, Marie.
On Tuesday, I had to do some work (gasp!) and it was like a cold bucket of water tossed into your hot shower. Going back full time next Tuesday is going to be worse than that Maroon 5 song where he sings about the summer hurting like a mother. And ironically, it will also hurt like a mother. Matty and the kids went back to their favorite place – Boston Bowl – and did some shopping while I did work stuff (okay, and got a pedi).
On Wednesday, we were back on The Tour, this time to Little Compton, RI, for a beach day with our friends, The Days.
We collected sea glass, had a fight about sea glass, jumped off a cliff-side diving board (go, Hazy & Nina!), had an amazing farm stand dinner, and ice cream for dessert. Thank you, Dee!
Today, we’re back in good old Plymouth at Oma and Opa’s.
Here’s a totally accurate map of where we’ve been in the last week:
I have four more days of my summer at home and I intend to make them count!
In the comments section (not on Facebook, jerks!), guess how many swimsuits I’ve washed this summer. Closest guess gets a prize.