Whar’s our beach boy?

Hey, where is our Beach Boy? I mean, after the big nor’wester yesterday, there was only hard sand to put our towels on today. We need a beach boy to rake the sand up into that regular soft stuff it usually is. We cannot lie down on this hard stuff.

Beach Boy, where are you?

And what about those beers? Where are they? You don’t expect us to go up there and get them ourselves, dooya? That’s your job. Better yet, how ’bout some gin ‘n’ tonics? This is a beach, roight? Actually, beach boy be damned. Maybe the GG could figger a way to pipe beer or ‘hattans or G&T’s or whatever down to the beach from the moomincabin.

Not much to say about today. Laundry, business, and lunch in town, then a beach afternoon with kids and cuzzints. Lasagne. Whine walk after dinner… That is about all I have to say tonight. Love y’all.



3 Responses to “Whar’s our beach boy?”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Everyone needs a beach boy!! I need a deck one to bring me stuff out on the deck while I’m reading. (since I don’t have a beach) 🙂

  2. l4827 Says:

    Everyone needs a beach boy like Jack Daniels.

    We’ve heard Beefeater or Vodka with Dry Vermouth are good with ‘hattins too… 🙂

  3. Pooh Says:

    We-e-ll, Dan is looking for a job, but he’s flying back to that other beach today. (Not that he’s particularily close to the beach there, either.)