Chelsea!
Last night I dreamed that Ben and I went on vacation with Chelsea's family. Chelsea was there of course, as were Martin and CoCo and Zoe. Alex seemed to be missing but the folks were there, and so was Cindy. And then there was Ben and I. We were staying in some hotel room right on the beach, and I was constantly changing my clothes for appropriate beach fare, often with odd results. I.e., going down to the beach in my socks, or forgetting to put on pants, or neglecting pants *and* underwear, etc.
The beach was lovely. I woke up early one morning and went down to a little cove, and the tide had just gone out, leaving behind tons of live molluscs in their shells (as opposed to leaving behind shells that the seagulls soon pecked the life out of). There was a massive sea lion frolicking in the waves just 10 or 15 feet away. He launched himself out of the water like a whale might and as I edged closer, he climbed from the sea with speed and I realized he was probably about 2000 pounds and could *eat* me if he wanted. I quickly scampered away as behind me, people who'd been watching the sea lion applauded. I found Chelsea's cell phone on the beach and grabbed it, and looked through the text messages to make sure it was hers. I found one to Cindy and Martin came up and gave me a cynical look and said, "You just couldn't help reading it, could you?" I stuttered a rebuttal but Martin was having none of it.
Oh Chelsealoff, we must get you to the beach!
The beach was lovely. I woke up early one morning and went down to a little cove, and the tide had just gone out, leaving behind tons of live molluscs in their shells (as opposed to leaving behind shells that the seagulls soon pecked the life out of). There was a massive sea lion frolicking in the waves just 10 or 15 feet away. He launched himself out of the water like a whale might and as I edged closer, he climbed from the sea with speed and I realized he was probably about 2000 pounds and could *eat* me if he wanted. I quickly scampered away as behind me, people who'd been watching the sea lion applauded. I found Chelsea's cell phone on the beach and grabbed it, and looked through the text messages to make sure it was hers. I found one to Cindy and Martin came up and gave me a cynical look and said, "You just couldn't help reading it, could you?" I stuttered a rebuttal but Martin was having none of it.
Oh Chelsealoff, we must get you to the beach!