I ended up here:
While my sweetie was here:
I was a bit concerned about being left alone without a car on Long Island (there are some shady people round these parts), but I figured if someone wanted to murder me, at least it would be at the beach...right?? Turns out there was hardly a soul on the beach (where I was anyway), so it was a nice relaxing day.
EXCEPT, for when this lady decided to bring her 3-year old daughter to the beach and proceded to yell and swear at her child for two hours because she was...wait for it...COVERED IN SAND and GETTING SAND ALL OVER EVERYTHING. I guess, maybe, this lady thought this would be a sand-free beach? The woman would NOT shut up about the sand. Now, I'm no Ph.D. but, I'm fairly certain that NO ONE escapes the beach without a s*** ton of sand all over everything. That brings us to...
Life Lesson Number 94: If you don't like sand, avoid bringing your small child to the beach. In fact...AVOID THE BEACH ALL TOGETHER. IT IS MADE OF SAND. Here is some photographic proof:
|huge mound of sand|
|end of the day sand|
And because I like to do things in numerical order, here is...
Life Lesson Number 95: When your sweetie leaves you at the beach for 8 hours, apply sunscreen ALL OVER your face. This includes the area above your lip and below your cheeks. Failure to do so will result a strong resemblance to this guy: