BEACHCOMBER

The last day of August 2012.

Today was a both awesome and totally bizarre day!  Dad and I got up early-ish so we could go and  take the dingy out on the water. So we made it to the boat at a reasonable hour, had coffee and breakfast sammy's, and then got on the water. Took the dingy to a bar...took the dingy back...I got to drive it! Then we drove around a went shopping for food and stuff. We were gonna cook dinner but before that we had to go to a bar called the beachcomber to celebrate someones Birthday. It was a friend of dad's cousin Sharron. I guess that just makes her my cousin also.

Anyway, we were going to leave, Judy, Shannon and I. I just thought that we should sneek out and Shannon was with me on this, but at the last second, Judy went back in to say bye. So we walked back to dad's house because it was time for dinner. Shannon tripped on the way back but was OK. We were home no more than 15 minutes when Kelly showed up at the door. She had tripped and thought that she broke her finger, but she had also scrapped her knee, her "face" and her elbow. Well, you would of thought that we needed to call 911! 

We were trying to get dinner ready and deal with Kelly, who is about 55. She also has a husband Paul. He was feeling really bad that he was not able to throw himself in front of Kelly to break her fall. Anyway, this story goes on and on. But I am tired. I will finish it later. I only started it because I do not want to forget what happened today.