I'm writing this under the influence of Nyquil, so I take no responsibility for what it contains.
Last week we spent the entire week at the beach cabin. And by 'we' I mean me and a bunch of teenage girls. The estrogen levels were off the charts. We brought Cassie along (our doggie) and that only added to the hormone level.
Much fun was had by all. Alli and her friend Emily went out in a rowboat. I didn't get a picture of that but I caught them post-rowboat fun.
It was Allison's 14th birthday, which I spoke about in my previous post. This was her wish, though I hadn't intended to stay the entire week. There was a reunion planned for the next weekend and I was hoping to, you know, look halfway decent when I was to see people I hadn't seen in 30 years. But noooooo, I looked like I'd spent the week at the beach cabin. Oh well. Not that it probably mattered much anyway.
Alli brought her bestest friend with her and even though the water was brrrrrrrrrr-cold, they both went in. A couple of times even.
There were many marshmallows that were torched for s'mores.
Time around the campfire was muchly enjoyed by all.
And the reunion took place on Saturday. Not as many people came that I would have hoped, but the ones that did come had a good time. I hope.
Here we are.
These are the friends of my youth. The ones that gave me incredible, good and kind memories of what it was like to be young and trying our best to live up to the standards our parents taught us to live by. Good, clean fun and some pretty funny memories.
I hope the same for my children.
Thanks for the memories. You know who you are.