A couple of weeks ago, the hubby and I were out at Kiawah Island to run an errand. We parked our car and went exploring at the Sanctuary, one of the resorts on the island. We didn’t spend more than half an hour there, but it was a beautiful night and the waves and sand were perfect. Most of our shore excursions require a 15-pound stroller, two huge bags and at least fifty pounds of kid, so it was liberating to stroll on the sand with nothing but the basics.
It’s liberating, of course, but not nearly as fun, especially when trips to the beach are usually greeted by this:
and those meaty thighs she wears are ham hocks!