Move over Griswalds

Today we bravely decided to head out of the "cabin" for a fun day at Madeira Beach. We were just about to cross the causeway when a good samaritan sped up beside us and made frantic, pointy gestures to the rear of our car. So we pull over and see this...

And ofcourse, as luck would have it, the spare was flat. Thankfully our wonderful gps (which we fondly call 'cake' after the evil character from Portal) let us know that there is a tire shop just 0.2 miles from our location. However, as we were to discover, Southern Tires is closed on a Saturday. Awesome. So after a little while feeling sorry for ourselves, and spurred on by visions of Amundsen and the like, our interpid explorers (David & Derry) set forth, under a brutal sun, to find a nice new tire. About 2 hours later, some dude in a truck pulled up next to me with David and Derry and a beautiful, not-flat, tire.

Derry pondering the situation...

Onwards to the beach, but a yummy dinner at the chipper first...

We were hot and sticky, Derry and David were covered in oil, the sea sounded like such a great idea. But lo and behold, what did we find but our lovely beach littered with flubbery little primordial blobs of goo. Here is a dead one, washed up after last week's storm, they werent all dead though...

Grr ...

Now I am no jelly-fish expert but it seemed like a pretty dumb idea to let Scotty out there with them. I have been stung before (Portsmouth beach) and boy did it hurt. Pain he can deal with but we certainly didnt want to risk any added toxicity to his already overloaded body. There is also the danger of anaphylactic shock. So we lay around, none of us brave enough to risk the savage sea. Derry sunbathing, LOL ...

Well they soon got sick of that, so slunk off to explore and look at the jelly-fish. As soon as my back was turned, they were in the water! Ofcourse I screeched a little, cluck-clucking like the mother hen I am. They just giggled, parked their bottoms down and talked about video games.

We made it home without incident and everyone except me, was soon fast asleep, tired by tire troubles and the sea air. Scott could barely walk from the car to the house, it looks like the vincristine foot drop is becoming a big issue which we will have to discuss on Thursday. Poor kiddo is developing a real limp. He curled up in my bed and watched his second favorite show (first being Ghost Hunters ofcourse!) Lockdown. Both of my grandads were prison officers and he has such a passion for doing this when he is older. Obviously I am ramming a career in anthropology down the little guys throat and do believe it could be working. He still believes being the warden of San Quentin is a sexier job than say, baking in the hot sun, somewhere in the Great Rift Valley with only a chisel and a tooth brush for company.

Time will tell I suppose. LOL. Get it??

So, I do believe it is time for bed for me too. Thanks for checking in. Nanight. :)