and baby makes 6!

To get back and forth to the island, we rowed the dinghy.

I use the term “we” loosely. It is more like “I” sat in the back of the dinghy sipping coffee, while watching “we” row it.

I had the best seat in the house.

Um, yeah.

Flex, relax, flex, relax. I may have even said “Hey, baby, aren’t you hot? Why don’t you take off your jacket?”

Please, for the love of all things holy, ignore the cutoffs (agan!) and the granny wear over sun shades. I try. The only thing I can take solace in is the fact that he is ordering some prescription Costa Del Mar’s and then I will let the kids ride over the wear overs repeatedly with their bikes.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, right here

I even got this treatment

Spoiled! Rotten! Not the cute one in the front of the boat (although that could be the subject of many guest posts on my blog by my boys), but the coffee sipping princess lounging in the back.

It sucks to be me. ;*)

Dinghy ride