Home is where the beach isn't...

I hate to admit it...but it's true. Fabulous beach vacation is over. I could cry...seriously, I think I might. It was ab fab. Better than ab fab. The whole communal living thing really works for me. Cooking with friends, chatting on the porch, never drinking alone...ooh, wait, was that out loud?

The champion of our vacation? The Janet. Yes, it's true...Julie and Michelle and I are there for DAYS busting hump, trading off days cooking dinners, making sandwiches and satisfying everyone's culinary needs. Except for one.small.detail. DESSERT! You should have seen the looks on our faces when Owen pops his head up after dinner on night number one and says "That was great, what's for dessert?" ummm...cricket....cricket....cookies? Fruit snacks? yogurt bars? animal crackers? He looked at me like I had snakes coming out of my head. Well, the Janet wanted to contribute, so she brought pies on Saturday. And not just any pies. Homemade fresh picked cherries from National Cherry Festival pie and a pumpkin pie. And the Janet makes the best crust in the known universe. We demolished the pies after our afternoon at the beach right BEFORE dinner. That's how bad it was. Everyone was jonesing so bad for dessert that once they saw it, they couldn't wait until after a meal. We were like vultures over roadkill. Two pies gone in a matter of minutes. I guess that's something to make note of for next year. Whoops.

A good time was had by all. Except for, apparently, the Jimmer, who is pouty because no one picked up on his boob conversation while I gone.

Projects every night, lots of mementos...I hope Michelle and Julie got better pictures than I did. While I was there I kept thinking I was getting great pictures, but now, I don't feel like I did. Oh well...upload those photos girls!