Today I went to the beach where Jeannie and Major Nelson lived.
Cocoa Beach is beautiful and I was way too relaxed to take the camera out of my beach bag.
The temperature was 99 degrees and my friend and I walked along the water's edge for 90 minutes. I let the sun soak away 6 weeks of high anxiety.
Today at the beach, a man stopped us and asked if we would answer two survey questions.
He was with 3 females and apparently there was a bet riding on the results of the survey.
Question #1...It's your first date with a man. Which is worse.....he belches or he passes gas?
Question #2...If you are on a date with a man, do you prefer that he is wearing underwear or not wearing underwear? (We both said we prefer a belching dude who wears underwear)
Today at the beach, I forgot to reapply SPF 29 after coming out of the ocean and I burned to a crispy crunch.
We were completely shocked at the number of parents who let very small children go into the ocean alone, where there are VERY big waves and a bit of an undercurrent.
We could not find one single Star$$$$s in the whole town of Cocoa Beach and we were craving a Shaken Passion Iced Tea Lemonade.
Today at the beach I remembered that today would have been Dad's 80th birthday.