Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Post-Birthday Bliss

Mistah woke up early the morning after my birthday -- thankfully, because I needed some sleep and we seem to take up more room in the Westy than we used to, somehow -- and got right into the business of fire-rebuilding and coffee-making-on-fire-coals and general MacGyvering . . .

. . . which is excellent, if you're me.

He also walked down to the lake.

Here was my view when I deigned to finally descend from Westy's upstairs . . .

. . . good morning, Mistah!

We planned to head back to the Nutmeg State, to go to a local music fest, but realized it was still morning, we were in Rhode Island, right on the shore, and whew I could use a swim . . .

. . . so we stopped by the beach . . .

. . . and stayed all day.

Oh, and guess what?

I body-surfed!

Shocking, I know.

Also, I know these photos are redundant . . .

. . . I know it seems like they've been repeated a million times . . .

. . . but don't you think it's funny . . .

. . . that I wear the same expression in every bodysurfing shot ever taken of me?

I do. I think it's funny.

And then? The next week our friend Scott came down to cook us dinner.

Yes, "dinner".

"Dinner" as in "lobster and garden veggies in a light homemade pesto sauce over pasta".

That is my kind of dinner.

Scott is very bossy in the kitchen . . .

. . . but we obeyed his every directive.

Of course we did.

He brought lobster.


mom said...

Can't wait to continue the party on Friday, nice to see Scott again and the food - to die for...xoxo

Beth said...

Wow, I would totally eat that lobster! Right now, please! And I don't even eat lobster. And bossy in the kitchen? Well be my guest. I'll be happy to not even enter the kitchen and you can just do your thing, Scott.

Good for you for staying at the beach ALL DAY once you deigned to descend from Westy's upstairs. It's ain't always going to be summer. Enjoy it now. Soak it up. Ride those waves with that same expression over and over and over!


Me, You, or Ellie said...

Love every bit of this. Your body surfing face is a face for the ages, sister. That lobster? I'd consider committing a felony to get some.