On Sunday afternoon, I met some friends at a beach south of the city. It took me over a half hour to drive there. It was a beautiful hot, hot day.
The beach had volleyball courts but no nets. Some of my friends decided that they would fashion a net out of towels. I declined to help and instead watch this comedy of errors. Of course they didn't even consider they would not be able to see through the net. Just as they were about to finish, a wicked wind storm started and blew all their hard work away.
The wind caused the temperature dropped 14 C in about a half hour. Do you know what is not a pleasant feeling? Sand hitting you at 60+ km/h. Good thing I wore sunscreen so all the sand stuck to me. I don't think I have been so filthy since the week I pretended to bath when I was 4.
We abandoned the beach for BBQ at a friend's house. I was only at the beach for less than an hour. I spent more time in the car than at the beach.
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I just noticed the change you made to your header. You are very cute.
I try.
Do you know why else you're cute? Because you pretended to bath for a week when you were 4. Did Mom ever find out? Why have I never heard this story?
I don't remember if Mom ever did know but I don't think it would surprise her. I was called "a little rascal" many times as a child.
I was in the bath tub with water but I did not wash myself in anyway. I came to the realize myself that my hatred of my shampoo was not worth the grossness. The reason you did not hear the story is you were in between being just begun and being nearly new.
It took me too long to get that reference. At first I was thinking "I am not four years younger than Janny!" Oh yeah: I was between 1 and 2. I think I'll stay six now forever and ever.
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