Life Lessons 94 and 95

A couple of weeks ago, me and E both had a Tuesday off, so I got out my Clipboard of Fun and suggested that we go down to AC (that's Atlantic City for all you non NJ/NYers).  Well, it appears that when I say, "Let's go down to AC for the day," E hears, "Let's put on our gold shoes, sequined visors, fanny packs, and hit the slots," becuase I've suggested this MANY times and he wants NO part of it.  I gave up on AC and threw this option in the air, "How 'bout you go golfing and I'll go to the beach?"  That was deemed an acceptable option.  We pulled out the internet machine and discovered that Bethpage and Jones Beach were pretty close to us AND each other...so we hightailed it to Long Island.

I ended up here:



Jones Beach


While my sweetie was here:

Bethpage

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:

Yosemite Sam