I went to Atlantic City, and I took my...
applesauce, boomerang, cranky husband, darling Don, elephant, frog, girdle, hand grenade, intestines, jingle bells, kaleidoscope, llama, microwave, needlepoint, optometrist, pickles, quarters, rutabagas, snake, table, umbrella, violin, wallet, xylophone, yarn, and my zebra.
(what, you've never been forced to play played the alphabet game?)
So. Is it any surprise that this:
plus this:
equals this?
The Slav had a sinus infection, but thankfully the worst was over by Monday night. On Tuesday we went up to Long Beach Island: vacation spot of my childhood.
Population: not me. Alas.
An old friend...
tall lighthouse really is quite tall.
200+ steps later:
It was windy up there.
Very windy.
I don't know what's going on in this picture, but they look very pleased with themselves...
I didn't want to leave, but we had too. =\
Atlantic City itself was pretty fun. It makes for good people-watching. Although sometimes people-watching is depressing, like when you see a child who is clearly no more than 5 years old walking around by himself after dark, or the people sitting at slot machines at 3am with dead eyes. Sad sad sad.
All in all, it was relaxing.