
It is really hard to get to the beach. there is so much grass to wade through. then we get all sandy. give me a nice couch anyday.
GO MOMA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Icebat went off to go write depressing poetry under a tree.
then he came back.
then i went away and came back.
then moxy hung out, and we went home.
we got some great pics, though, huh?!?!