We're back from the beach! Did you miss me? No? Oh well.
Before we started out, I was a bit nervous taking the kids on vacation for five-and-a-half days. I figured we'd all be at each others' throats by Friday evening at the latest. But we had a great time. In fact, we were all genuinely disappointed to return home today.
We spent our mornings in the pool or (mostly) on the beach (damn kids didn't understand the allure of the lazy river). During the early afternoon, the kids napped while Ella went shopping. Then she came back to the condo, loaded us all into the car, and we hit the strip doing various touristy things until nine or ten at night.
Zed told me he's planning on running away from home. He had so much fun playing in the surf and sand, he's taking the next Greyhound out of town. I may have to buy one of those damned Sand and Water Tables for the kids.
Swimming With Sharks
We took the kids to Ripley's Aquarium one afternoon and while both of them enjoyed it, Zed could not contain himself. He spent most of the time just staring at the tanks, screaming and babbling at the fish.He loves fish. We visit the pet store twice a week just so he can see the fish. I would really love to buy him a tank but have been hesitant. I'm still gun-shy from my Great Sea Monkey Massacre of 1981.
I'd like to get a tank that's 5 gallons or smaller. But here's the rub: it's got to be Zedproof, meaning he won't be able to knock it over or open it and grab the fish. I really have no idea how to accomplish this and be able to keep the tank at his eyelevel. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them.
Further Proof I Am Only Fourteen Years Old
We went to a restaurant where you were encouraged to write things on the walls and booths with a Sharpie (and yes, I wrote my URL because I am a geek/loser). Before we left, I made a pit stop to the bathroom. What was written directly above the toilet? "Say hello to my little friend" with an arrow pointing to the toilet.I giggled about that for the rest of the evening. I am so immature.
Further Proof I Am An Idiot
Here's a tip: if you have one of those keyless entry fobs on your keychain, don't take a dip in the pool with it in the pocket of your trunks. It renders the thing useless. I did this on Wednesday morning. And then on Thursday, just for good measure, I went swimming in the ocean with my keys in my pocket.My car became pissed at me. On Friday, the alarm went off while we tried to get in the car. Because the stupid key fob didn't work, I had to frantically try different combinations of opening/closing my door and locking/unlocking my door until it finally decided to shut up.
It has done this about eight times since then. And always when we're in a crowded place. And I still have no idea how to make the alarm stop. Because I'm an idiot.
More vacation tales to come later this week…
Song of the day: 99 Red Balloons by Nena
