We're at the beach this week, with Tracey and fam and the life-size cardboard stand-up of Harry Potter we swiped from Sparklecorn for the express purpose of beach house shenanigans.
1) Turn corners.
2) Enter bathrooms.
3) Wonder what that shadow is out on the balcony HOLY SHIT, or...
4) Get into bed without checking to see if some asshole friend did this even though it stopped being funny four days ago, Christ.
(I am kidding. IT IS SO STILL FUNNY.)
Also, do not eat this.
(This is pork carnitas tacos topped with Velveeta dip, green tomatillo salsa and microwaved White Castle burgers.)
(I'm kidding. You should totally eat this. IT WAS HORRIBLY HIDEOUSLY DELICIOUS AND WE ARE ALL VERY ASHAMED.)
Also, Baby Ike is so blond it's officially ridiculous. Officially! I'm getting a certificate drawn up and everything. Later. At some point. First we gotta go to the beach again. Sigh. AND STUFF.