Sand and more sand

Back from vacation. Unfortunately into back to school craziness. School starts tomorrow for the biggies, and as usual, our district has messed up our bus schedule. Grrr.

I'm trying to stay calm by thinking back to the lovely holiday we had at the Outer Banks. Here is a photo recap. (Beware, lots of bad photos taken with my point and shoot. Note to self: get another point and shoot.)

On our way down to the shore, we took a wrong turn somewhere, and drove down the entire length of Delaware's coast. Thank goodness it's a small state. But oh happiness, when (once back on track) we passed by Grave Digger's garage and tourist trap! The littlest is a huge fan of monster trucks, and he was pretty dang excited to see some in real life. Yes, we are evil parents and have never taken him to a real monster truck show. 

The back of our little rental just happened to be where the wild mustangs like to roam. So we got to see them from our balconies on a daily basis. Super cute, since one of them had a two week old baby. Super yuck, since they poop all around the perimeter of the house. Sometimes under the house in the bbq/parking spot. Barefooting to the beach was not recommended.

This particular body of water was also a huge attraction to people with rental Jeeps. We saw lots of people drive through it, hooting and hollering like they were on horseback in the Old West, only to have their engine die on the other side. Yeah. We pitied those fools.

For one week, life was a beach. We made sand structures (not sure those were castles), watched the tide go up and down, flew a kite, swam, grilled and ate lots of food, had some beer (alas, not me), tried to capture a sandpiper for pet, collected lots of shells, watched dolphins do dolphiny tricks, and started a clam kingdom.

We also ventured out for my birthday (ate an amazing lobster roll), visited the Wright Brother's museum (kinda lame), and the Roanoke Lost Colony site (even lamer), but hey, at least I got to take a photo of Dirty Dick's. Their billboard reads, "I got my crabs from Dirty Dick's." Needless to say, we didn't stop to eat there.

On the way back to Philly, I made Bryan stop at every Staple's and Office Depot to search for those Sharpie pencils. No luck. Four states and nothing. Bah. But hey, at least we didn't get crabs from Dirty Dick's. (Sorry, I had to write that one more time. Did I mention that we also passed by The Big Pecker and Crabby Dick's restaurants? I don't know who named these places, but I think they need help being a bit more creative, and bit less descriptive.)

On that lovely note, I'm doing a giveaway tomorrow (it's a very awesome book from Ella)! See you then.

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