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So this past saturday, I had the bright idea to take a venture down to the beach. And as I’m on the phone inviting my best friend, something dawned on me. (Actually, she told me.) I like the idea of the beach more than I actually like the beach. I mean, living on the coast of Texas, I should appreciate our outstanding (brown) water and all of it’s luminous glory, right? WRONG! I cannot stand being there for more than two hours. I mean, who wants to sit on a nasty, litter-ridden sand zone, getting particles blown into your eyelashes, all the while fearing the strike of a jellyfish? Not me.

So this past saturday, I had the bright idea to take a venture down to the beach. And as I’m on the phone inviting my best friend, something dawned on me. (Actually, she told me.) I like the idea of the beach more than I actually like the beach. I mean, living on the coast of Texas, I should appreciate our outstanding (brown) water and all of it’s luminous glory, right? WRONG! I cannot stand being there for more than two hours. I mean, who wants to sit on a nasty, litter-ridden sand zone, getting particles blown into your eyelashes, all the while fearing the strike of a jellyfish? Not me.