Galveston

So, we made a practice run to Galveston on Memorial Day in anticipation of Love Fest '08. *note: If you haven't ordered your commemorative T-shirt, supplies are limited.

We kinda wanted to get the whole beach thing out of our systems so we can concentrate on other planned activities on our anniversary, if you know what I mean. Do you know what I mean?

Anyway, the red flags were flyin' due to the high surf on Monday. There was a lot of this:

This poor girl spent her afternoon blowing her whistle and running up and down the shore to get the stoopid surfers people out of harm's way.

We stayed close to shore and allowed our freaks delightful children to pummel each other frolic in the surf.

And here? They're just resting their eyes. They're not sleepy. No way.