So, yes, as you no doubt noticed and apparently hated, I hit the beach yesterday. With Doug off working, Felicia and I decided to go hang out with Frank and Jaime, and as the girls left to do some laundry and errands, the Franks decided it sounded a helluva lot more fun to take his high-powered remote-control car out to the beach. So, armed with loud music and a sixer of beer, we cruised the beach for a while, enjoying the sun and the beautiful ladies, then found a good spot to kick back. babyinga, you'll be unhappy to hear that I did not, in fact, get sunburned. :P
Looks to be a quiet day. Felicia is off with her Mom for the day, so it's just lil' ol' me here at the house. We did discover something odd last night: Felicia will have left for a trip to Missouri on the day I leave, and Doug will be at work. Not entirely sure how I'm gonna get to the airport in Houston to get home. Well, got 4 days to figure it out, so we'll see.