Slow News Day

It's a slow news day, so in the grand tradition of journalism I'm going to write filler. Don't worry—I'll make it interesting filler. With pictures. 

But before I get going: a disclaimer. It's going to look like I spent all yesterday (and yesternight) at the beach, but that's not true at all. I spent 67% of my day in a gloomy cave, working. I spent 21% in a car, driving children to and fro. 9% of my time was taken up by eating. The remaining 3%* was spent at the beach.

But the moments I was at the beach were glorious. Yesterday was one of those days you should have been in San Francisco, as evidenced below:

Idyllic, no? Although I thought the surfer was crazy, because just a little while before there was a scary red film to the water. Also, up the beach there was a dead whale and its sun-warmed scent wasn't delicate.

My friends and I had planned a bonfire Monday night. The weather was PERFECT. Seriously perfect. No breeze, no fog, and clear bright moon. Of course we were stoked. We packed up the logs, marshmallows, and flask (duh) and headed to the dunes.

The more industrious ones started digging a small pit for the bonfire. I got the flask out, because I have priorities.

Okay—I know some of you** are going to see the shovel and immediate go there, so I want to reassure the public in general that no dead bodies were involved in last night's activities. Even though it looks like I was fortifying myself before tackling a burial. But don't believe it.

Because look:

Bonfire!

I ate four marshmallows. It may not seem like much to you guys, but I never eat like that. EVER. I had such a sugar rush, I skipped home.

Okay—you're right. Me skipping isn't exactly something unheard of. But last night it was manic skipping. Thank goodness no one was filming.***

* Note to Bradley: I was going to email you to make sure my math was correct, but instead I'm throwing caution to the wind. Deal.

** Cough—JB.

*** So how was the filler? Entertaining, right? Humor me. I promise I'll step it up and be more exciting next week. I'm accepting suggestions on how to do that, BTW. Call me.