This next photo was taken before some lady stood directly in front of Quinn’s viewfinder, which caused an epic meltdown, unnoticed by said Worst Lady in the World.
Thanks to Sam, mini-blogger/photographer in training, we actually have proof that I was on this vacation. That almost never happens.
We went to a beach today because that was what Quinn wanted to do while on vacation. (Sam wanted to order room service; we did that yesterday.) We drove down the coast a ways to the coldest goddamn beach in the world. We were greeted by 800 seagulls hellbent on stealing our lunch. They were not fucking around, those birds.
We kind of assumed that no one would want to go in the FREEZING ocean, but we were wrong. (It’s like we’re new around here.) Fortunately after they ran into the ocean and got their clothes all wet, we had dry swimsuits for them to change into. We’re a little backwards around here.
Tomorrow we’re going to a lake to feed…seagulls. I’m sensing a theme for our vacation. Last time we went to this lake to feed seagulls and geese, one of the geese bit Jack on the ass. I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow!