SO.....after a long week last week, and a somewhat emotional for me ....Greg decided we should go to the beach on Sunday....something that is unusual for him since he is not such a beach person....he likes the beach but he has the attention span of a four year old with ADD and no Ritalin and cannot lay on the sand for more than 10 minutes without getting antsy. I on the other hand have a Jewish gene which allows me to lay and tan for approximately 8 hours at a pop. easy.

So i jumped at this moment to make my yellow like skin color a little bronze.

We started on our journey and of course stopped off to get some delicious Italian hero sandwiches. Nothing says love like "let me flaunt myself in a bikini after eating a 12 inch semolina bread hero filled with chicken cutlet, fresh mozzarella, prosciutto and red peppers"

We get to the beach, eat half of our heroes and I am now ready to read and nap....I am laying on my back for a bit trying to be unhealthy and get a nice burn (whatever, I know it is bad for me but so is drinking 7 cranberry and vodkas in an hour and that has never dissuaded me)....I then start to get some lower back pains which are delicious and flip onto my stomach....well dear Lord in heaven ...thank Goodness I did!!! Approximately 3 minutes of stomach time and all of a sudden I get wet ..As I am about to start bitching about kids splashing buckets , Greg goes "Oh my God, a seagull just crapped on the towel" ....Well the towel, my friends, is not the only thing that got crapped on...so did my magazine, book, back, butt, and leg! Deliciously nasty! I entered into total girl mode and started sqirming and making vomit noises....Greg had to wash me off because I literally started panicking. normal, no?