Photo my boring old me
Photo's by uber talented, super exciting Tim
The past 6 months have been so busy for us here at The Beetle Shack; even a short break in the middle of it was interrupted by chaos. It's only natural then, that I would go ahead and sabotage our first real chance at relaxation, right?
Yes, I'm excellent.
The problem seems to be the ocean, I like to call her my husbands mistress. She comes between us that fierce, tempestuous mass of water. She swells and undulates and my dear husband has no choice but to go to her, no matter the hour.
It requires constant negotiation.
You know when you have things that you have really been looking forward to, so much so that your mind is consumed by their glory and your mouth forgets to utter their existence? I do that all the time - think things.... and then assume that those around me have followed along (self involved much?). I had been looking forward to having Dave's undivided attention for the entirety of the holiday season, so it came as a shock to me that he actually wanted to go, gasp, surfing.
How could he? We have scarcely enjoyed a moment together all year. The inner workings of my highly emotional mind went into over drive. Such betrayal.
Needless to say, a good conversation served to clarify our holiday expectations and everybody has been happy ever since.