Monday, July 12, 2010

Birthday week.....who knew?

So my husband announces last night that his 'Birthday Week' is beginning, henceforth, tomorrow. Meaning today. Yeah, I know his birthday is Thursday, but what's up with this 'Birthday Week'? And how come when it's my birthday, it's basically a birthday '30 minutes'?

So, anyway, the plan apparently is to do something different everyday until his birthday, so off we trudged to Willard Beach in South Portland, Maine.

It was in the 80's and sunny, so why the heck not? We packed our lunches, piled our beach paraphernalia into the car and headed out.

The beach was not too crowded...it is a Monday and most people were in work. We found a nice spot, settled in and Mr. Downeastdoingstuff says, "Look at that suit."
"huh?"
"Look at that guy's suit", he said as he nodded his head backwards.

Now, I love to people watch, see what they are up to, check out what they are wearing, stuff like that. 

But this is one for the books.....(click on this photo to biggify it....please...)
Yup, that's his suit. If you look real close, you can see the threads that are holding it on.
You know that joke, " Is that a _________(fill in the blank), or are you just happy to see me?"
For some reason, that joke came to mind.

Then, oh yes, then, he sat up. Almost more disturbing.
About 45 minutes later, we hear all kinds of chatter and ruckus. I glance to the right and see a pile of teenagers (and younger) coming down the steps to the beach. 
I pray, "Don't turn left. Don't turn left"
"Go left !" I hear one of their counselors bellow. (There were about 40 of them, I counted.)
Marching forward, they all turned left towards us, and, ahem, toward 'him'.
Well, I just sat back and watched the show.
The word 'giggles' was made specifically for what ensued. Lots and lots of giggles, surreptitious pointing and averted eyes. I loved it.

The counselor all of a sudden demanded, "Don't go past that white boat!" (The one you see in the above photo, which was next to me where I was sitting)

'HE' was to my left.

I watched 'him' to see if he would try to cover up or something. Nope. Nothing phased him at all. He even rolled onto his side, (toward the kids) , reached into his bag (the one on the blanket...get your mind out of the gutter) and grabbed a sandwich and had his lunch, still in his stretched out, check me out, pose.  If he wasn't facing me, I would have snapped a shot of that, too.
But I'm not the pervert here! 

Disclaimer: God, I hope he doesn't read this blog...if he does...."Hey, who put these photos of the nice man sunning himself on my blog???" 
After only about 30 minutes, the kids left. Kinda a short beach day, I think it was just their lunch break from a day camp at SMCC. So Mr. DEDS and I took a walk. That's the birthday boy in the above photo, doing what he always does....getting into contorted shapes to take photos with his super, duper camera for his blog.
Upon returning to our encampment, I created this sand Angel from junk around my beach chair.
Heavenly, isn't she?
This is her, in the below photo, on the weekends, letting it all hang out....
Apparently it was time to go home. 'HE' left (I didn't even get the pleasure of seeing him stand up), the food was gone, and clouds were coming in.

So we went home. Stopped at the liquor store and bought ingredients to make the following:
Yummm.....

First day of Birthday Week under our belts. Can't wait for tomorrow.......