Jim is on vacation in the Florida Panhandle where they don't have cockroaches, Sugar, them's palmetto bugs! (Palmetto is an ancient Seminole word meaning "big giant-assed cockroach...with wings!")
Went to the beach again today.
Pensacola beach, which is better than Navarre, though much more crowded.
My son and I spent the day body surfing in what had to be 85 degree water. Perfect for sharks, of which there were plenty. They left us alone though. So, we had fun and left with the same number of limbs we arrived with.
Despite being slathered in 45 sunblock I got sunburned.
It's not bad, I don't look like a boiled lobster or anything, but I am red all over the chest and back. I'm liberally covered in after-sun aloe gel at the moment and smell like the inside of a desert plant.
Bring it on, Vacation, I can take it.