My eldest son used to jump up in my bed when he was around 2 years old and carefully pile every pillow in the house on top of me. As I lay there, pleasantly smothered I could here his little voice asking me...

"...are you BASHED, daddy?...you BASHED?"



Wednesday, September 07, 2005

North Beach-ed



















What a great day - drop the kids off at school, load up the van and head to the beach.

The RED TIDE was still present, but I tried not to notice today - just wanted to enjoy the sun and surf.

On days like today you can pretend that the beach is all yours...
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