Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Vacation By Numbers
7: the number of smores consumed by Jamie.
18: number of marshmallows caught on fire by Jamie trying to make above smores.
5: number of perfectly toasted marshmallows dropped in the grass trying to get them from the fire to the graham cracker in order to make the above smores.
2: number of consecutive hours spent reading on the beach, catching some sun.
24: number of times Jason begged Jamie to apply solarcaine to his pink back.
24: number of times Jamie laughed cruelly at Jason.
47: number of times "Ack! I've got sand in my crotch!" was yelled throughout the campsite.
1: number of blue hammer-head shark-shaped shovels we brought with us to the beach. The other was alligator-shaped.
0: number of pails we brought with us to the beach. We did bring 2 planters, thinking they were pails. They mostly got the job done, except for the holes in the bottom.
14: number of children who looked at us enviously as we built our castles in the sand.
54: number of children who smirked at us as we built our castles in the sand.
21: number of times I said "Not now, everyone will hear."
21: number of times we did it anyway.
62: numbers of alcoholic beverages consumed by Jason.
8: number of times alcohol and lighter fluid were somehow combined.
1: number of hammers I broke with my brute strength chopping firewood.
6: times I woke up Jason because I heard strange noises on our site, and worried that we had uninvited guests.
6: times Jason reassured me it was "just the wind" and went back to sleep.
70: dollar amount of groceries stolen from us by raccoons (steak, bacon, cheese, cinnamon toast crunch cereal). Just the wind, eh?
2: number of "funny-tasting" poptarts I ate before identifying the funny taste as citronella.
4: number of poptarts thrown out uneaten after said discovery.
8 billion: number of mosquito bites I scratched until they were scabs, and then I scratched the scabs.
705: times I laughed at Jason's french pronunciation of the word 'fudge' while we were high.
81: number of waves that knocked me over.
79: number of times Jason took advantage of me being knocked over to pull down various parts of my bathing suit.
2: hours at home before we wished we could do it all over again.
More vacation photos here.