I do not actually go to the beach today, though it's a perfect beach day. Instead I sweat my butt off on the hot patio for an hour or so, then I hit a couple of wine tastings. As if that's not lazy enough, I stop at Tripoli's and buy myself two cannolis. I intend to eat only one, but I eat one and a half. Now I can't go to the beach because I have cannoli butt.
Space #1913 is calling me, and one of these days very soon, I'm going to answer. Don't worry, beach. I'll get there. You know that I will. In the meantime, hold my spot by the break wall - I've got my beach chairs all set.
