Beachy Keen.

What if I told you I was going to spend every post this week talking about my trip to the beach?


Would you stick around?


No?


Well, what if I told you I rode a bike? Would you stick around then?


Huh? Only if there are pictures, you say.


Guess you won't be sticking around. Cuz my momma didn't raise no fool. I did NOT take pictures of myself on a bike. But I did ride one, make no mistake. Which is saying something since I had not sat on a bike since the summer just before my sophomore year of High School. But ya know, the old saying is true, "It's just like riding a bike" - you really don't forget how to ride a bike.


You also don't forget how to fall off of one. Just ask my mom.


Ohhhhh, if I had only captured a picture of that - surely I could have won some kind of prize money or something.


Yes, my mom took a tumble off her bike when her and Remi decided to go riding. Later that night Remi re-enacted the event by lying in the floor, holding her leg, fake crying and saying "guess who I am, mama...guess who I am!" We all knew.


Our week at the beach was wonderful and shall be detailed tomorrow in full color fashion, but to be perfectly honest the health care bill just passed and I am sitting here watching FOX news and feeling like I need to go bury my head in a pillow or light a candle for our country, I'm not sure which. So instead of bombarding you with pictures tonight I will leave you with this teaser:

That man is going to kill me.