I'm here at our rented beach house looking out at the wind, rain, and coooold weather even though my nephew insists that it is warm compared to Washington State.
Tonight I had the bright idea that we should all go to the end of the pier and have dinner at the restaurant. It was windy when we left. We had a nice dinner of cheeseburgers and milkshakes and it started to rain...hard. By the time we left it was really coming down and we had a long walk back.
The waitress gave my mom a plastic bag to use as a poncho and bags for her shoes. We finally made it home and put all of our wet clothes in the dryer. These are what memories are made of right?