And don't even think it ended there, right there on our front porch.
Oh no. The three of us started talking about going to Ocean Beach, because Denise hadn't swum in, like, a couple of hours, so we bellowed, in harmony, "Schleckah! Take us to the Beach!"
And so he did.
No. No, it did not.
Barbara and I were determined not to lose sight of her, but well, a cup blew away, a phone rang, distractions abounded, and although we could not see Denise anymore, we were sure she was fine.
Oh wait, there she is. See her out there??
Denise finally turned around not because she was tired but because she knew we were worried.
We weren't really, but we kind of were.
And the moment we had our girl back with us, on land, we were overjoyed.