This past Thursday, Valentine's Day, our little family packed up our sunnies, swimmies, and flippies and headed west.
Destination: Oceanside, California.
We are incredibly lucky to have a friend whose family owns a beach house right off the ocean. We, along with a few of our other friends, were all invited to spend the weekend there soaking up rays, chasing seagulls, eating the best pizza, building sand castles, roasting marshmallows on the beach, and licking Flaming Hot Cheetos dust off our fingers. It was perfect. The beach wasn't crowded at all (thank you, February), and the temperature was around a gorgeous 70 degrees during the day (thank you, southern California).
It was just us and the Bradfords the first day (everyone else arrived late that night). We played on the beach until we were starving. Thankfully, Camaron and William volunteered to ride bikes (cute) to pick up some Mexican food for us all to chow down on. A huge nap soon followed -we are very exciting people. More eating ensued. I dominated in the game of Life (fyi, always choose the technical support career). After I was done flaunting all of the money I had earned, Natalie and Hunter showed up, so we ate some more. Eventually, Tara, Melissa, and Carli (hostess with the mostest) arrived. Then we all giggled the night away to the soundtrack of waves crashing just outside our window.
Fun fact: apparently, there was also a GIANT raccoon just outside our window:) Somehow it was not documented on film