Me: You said we were going on Wednesday. Wednesday is tomorrow. Ergo, we are going tomorrow.
Larry: I saw the weather report and there's a chance of rain. So I assumed we weren't going.
Me: There's always a chance of thunderstorms in the summer. When should we go instead? November?
Our conversation went downhill from there. Anyone know what I should do all day tomorrow with 4 kids who were counting on going to the beach? Because, really, I don't have a clue.
And I bet you get sunRISES at the beach, the way beaches and suns are supposed to properly behave. How could you not go? Go, go!
ReplyDeleteSend them to work with their father.
ReplyDeleteGo to the beach without hubby. He can fend for himself for a day or 2, can't he? Even my hubby can cook, though he would rather order out...
ReplyDeleteI looked at our week, looked at our free days, and then decided we're going to the beach on the day with the lesser chance of thunderstorms. That's today. Wanna come? MY husband is in DC again this week so he can't tell me what to do...
ReplyDeleteMe, I love Larry. But Larry Schmarry, go to the beach.
ReplyDeleteOkay, scratch that. The sun never really broke through. I'd probably lose my kids in the fog at the beach today...
ReplyDeleteGo see despicable me, then go have an ice cream cone...
ReplyDeleteGo to the beach! In case of rain, leave the beach and head for the nearest Dairy Queen.
ReplyDeleteGo!
ReplyDeleteYeah. . .and there's a chance of your laptop crashing down on his head tonight. . . while he sleeps. . .
ReplyDeleteHey hey. Go to the beach, it will be fun. A little rain never hurt anybody.
ReplyDeletexxxooo
I went to the beach. Heck, I camped there. It didn't rain... it STORMED.
ReplyDeletePS: I like Shelley's idea!
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