Being rained/stormed out of a beach party is never any fun; much less so when you’ve already rescheduled once due to uncooperative weather. So as I finished the last unaligned turn of the lawnmower and felt a heavy raindrop splatter on my arm and looked up to see masses of dark, towering thunderheads filling the sky, I groaned aloud. Previous to said damning clouds, it looked like it would be the perfect day for a beach bonfire: soaring temperature, sunny sun (so creative, right?), blue sky. Alas, ’twas not to be. Unless it clears up in about an hour… keeping my fingers crossed.
love the shape of that jacket.
For some reason, I always get anxious when having more than 2 people over, even if they are 6 of your best, best friends. Hmm. Weird, non?
“oblivion is a sentence worse than obliviousness, more painful than a broken heart, worse than death”