Fripped Again!

Really, we are at the beach. Shrimp shouldn't be that hard to come by. It is South Carolina after all--home of the low-country boil and shrimp and grits. We are leaving this morning and sadly we just never figured it out. We tried to buy shrimp yesterday too. And when the fresh seafood place says they close at 6pm they really mean 5pm. So we give up. We get it. We are not allowed to have shrimp. Maybe shrimp is something you get to have on your second visit. That's okay. Hot Dogs are good too. If I drink enough beer they are actually quite tasty.

Here are some pictures from my Island exploration yesterday. I tooled around on Lance for about an hour and took pictures along the way.




Deer crossing in front of me.

Some photos on the beach of the kids yesterday.
Carmella showed me her ballet moves.



And Beau had some moves too.
But silly faces are better.

And sharing is low on his list of things to do with his cousin but reluctantly he does it anyway.
Then we did the photo shoot at sundown. And here is where we were originally Fripped. See, we rented a house that was advertised as Oceanfront and silly us assumed that that meant there would be a beach. It did say beach 50 yards away but we failed to understand that they meant the beach was underwater. Apparently the beach washed away and is in the process of coming back. It is hibernating, I guess??
So rather than get in the car and drive to a beach with cranky kids who the bribe of Popsicles and cookies only had a small window of working we utilized the view of our oceanfront walkway to the beach.
Then we came back and Uncle Pat wrestled with the kids and I took pictures.

The End.
Now I need to go pack and prepare myself for the ride home with the child who not only read but I think wrote the latest edition to How to be the Most Annoying Child in the World, Ever. Seriously, Beau is a cliche of "I'm not touching you" and "are we there yet? I'm Bored!!!" Be jealous. Be very very jealous.