Little squirt with a big squirter, Eli could hit anybody in the pool. And get them wet. Which they already were. Because they were in a pool.
It was a great Saturday, that included a trip to Iguana's on St. Simon's. Iguana's promotes itself as having been voted as having the best shrimp on the island. Unfortunately, I don't like shrimp, but the fried clam strips aren't too bad. I also tried a crab-cake and I'm afraid that another island restaurant, Barbara Jean's, has ruint me as to what great crab-cakes should taste like.
Maybe next year, we will also rent a hotel room down there and make it for a couple days instead of one. Of course, we would have to liberally apply SPF 30,000 to ourselves, so as not to get sun burned. As the Cooks found out Sunday, adults can need to be covered as much as children. Homeopathic remedies have been flying to the Cook's aide. My idea of Calamine lotion and Saran Wrap has been disregarded.
Alison and I saw the movie Safety Not Guaranteed on Netflix Friday. A great little movie that I highly recommend It is a great romance with wonderful quirky characters, and very mild science fiction undertones I found it to be a much better movie than the more popular and Oscar nominated Silver Lining Playbooks.
Once again, the weekend comes to an end, and I am faced with the reality that I have a job in accounting. But that's okay. I have already started the countdown to next weekend.
Until next time,
T. M. Strait
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