Aug 27, 2012

You can take the girl outta the beach

But you can't take the beach outta the girl.

Which is why spending three nights down on the Texas Gulf Coast felt oh-so-right this weekend. It was true and utter bliss. A little slice of heaven. Temps hovering around 90, a solid sea breeze, the smell of salt, cute hubby, good friends, country music and the latest edition of Texas Monthly. I'm pretty sure when I die, that's where I'm going (or at least, that's what I'm requesting).

I realize seagulls, like pigeons, are rats with wings.
But at least these rats with wings mean the ocean is nearby.

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