I know what y'all are thinking.
"Pfft, what, does she LIVE at the beach now?!"
Hardly. (And, um, I wish.)
We have been spending quite a bit of time beaching it up this summer (no kidding) and taking advantage of one of the best summers in recent memory, especially since last summer was such a wash. (Seriously, it sucked hard.) I can't remember the last time it's been so consistently hot and, well, I'm thankful for it. Nothing quite so lame as a summer that's NOT.
So, with this wonderful summery goodness, I can't get enough of frequenting Victoria's gorgeous coastline and doing a whole lotta beachy daytrippin'.
Sure, we look all serene and whatnot in these pics, but we had a hilarious argument when we got to Barwon Heads beach after finding a spot in the shade (Barwon Heads is on the Bellarine Peninsula and Lorne on Great Ocean Road).
Me: All right, so, let's put sunscreen on.
Yogi: Oh God... [looks pained] I hate sunscreen. I hate creams.
Me: Hahahah. Yeah, I know. You've made that fact clear a gazillion times in the seven years we've been together.
Yogi: You don't understand. It's just...bleargh! Cream!
Me: Oh my God.
Yogi: [smears cream on face tentatively] [stares at cream on hands like it's poison]
Me: Well, it's official. You've lost it!
Yogi: I'd rather not swim if it meant I wouldn't have to put sunscreen on.
Me: I...wow. You know, you could stop being a baby and accept the damn sunscreen as a necessary evil, and something you need to fight the harsh Australian sun.
Is anyone else's partner so "allergic" to sunscreen? Because, I mean, come ONNN. Yogi goes from being the naturally awesome dude he is to suddenly morphing into a nervy dude whose kryptonite is freakin' sunscreen. Sunscreen!
I somehow managed to do his back without him squirming or burying himself in the sand. But then, then! He was impatient to wait the fifteen minutes for the sunscreen to absorb. Bwahahah.
We came, we swam, we jumped off the pier a bunch of times. ('Cause, you know, we're ten. YEAH!) After swimming for a good hour, we left Barwon Heads, drove to Lorne, noshed on a yummy late lunch, and (power)walked on the beach. Thank you, summer, for these deliciously bitchin' days!
(As for you, work? Well, you can sod off! DUH. Dratted Mondays. What are they good for? Fie on them!)