Earwax

There are tan lines, sand in the shower and bathing suits hanging off of door knobs.

I inhaled deeply this morning as I took a long seaside run. The taste of salt coated my tongue as the funkified strains from Kool and the Gang filled my ears.

Later we spent an hour or more submerging ourselves like fish in the nearby pool. When we emerged our skin felt tight from the chlorine and our fingertips resembled raisins.
Did I mention that there are Oreos in the pantry?

It's bliss.

When I asked TD what I should call this blog post she replied, "earwax!". Different location, same crazy.