Yesterday morning after a home cooked breakfast of eggs-your-way, bacon, and english muffins, Hubby, WS2 and I ran down our list of options of what we could do for the day.  Our choices:

ride the ferry to a “new to us” beach (ferry wait time was 45-60 mins per traffic website)

go to our regular beach

go shopping on The Strand (I had absolutely no other takers)

go to Schlitterbahn

go to see Transformers 2 or Harry Potter

play online video game

What do we do? We pack our boogie boards and head to the beach. If you’re staying in Galveston and don’t go to the beach every once in a while, then what are you doing here?  Our ‘every once in a while’ has turned into the third time this week.  It seems like as soon as I get the sand out of every nook and cranny (but do you really ever get it all?), we’re packing to go again, which is just fine with me. Just as we are gettin’ gone to hit the waves, it starts thundering. Then RAINING! It hasn’t rained in weeks. We think, “whatever, it’ll blow over”.  It was just one dark cloud, how long could it rain? So we go. We drive along the seawall.

We keep driving along the seawall.  (Why did we keep driving along the seawall? To get to the other side of the cloud, of course.)

We drove a little more.

And a little more.

Still raining.

Ok, so what could a little rain hurt? We’re going to be wet anyway, right?  So we go.

We drive through the sandy dunes and onto the beach. NO. RAIN!  We’re so proud of ourselves. We beat the weather! Yea for us! We open our truck doors to a tsunami some wind….  (only a few things blew out, like our new kite’s flying instructions. ~sigh~) The Hubs gets out with his boogie board and high tails it to the waves calling for WS2 to hurry and catch up. That sends WS2 running right after him.  I’m video taping this whole thing because the waves were HIGH from the tsunami wind and the crests of the waves are blowing like crazy into the air and I’m thinking “oh yeah, I’m sooo sending this to Bob Van Dillen!” (he’s only the best and funniest meteorologist ever on my favorite morning show Morning Express with Robin Meade) when all of a sudden, the biggest, most ginormous rain drops start falling.  I quickly stopped taping and blew ran just as fast as my flip flops could carry me back to the truck. Not far behind me were the guys hanging on to their boogie boards with a death grip. We decided we’d hang out in the truck for a while so the rain could blow over.  When the rain didn’t stop and actually got worse with HAIL, we decided to leave the beach so that we wouldn’t get stuck in the muddy sand with all the die-hards that didn’t want to leave.

When we got home it was time for de-sanding.

And laundry.

I think I found a pearl….

YW

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