Can you guess where we're headed for the weekend?
We're supposed to have sunny skies, cool temps, and light breezes. Perfect walking weather.
And taffy eating weather.
I'm not bringing my shorts or bathing suit, mind you. I'm not crazy.
But I declare that summer is here.
Time for clam pie, ice cream nights, flea markets, and ticky-tacky souvenir shops.
Not for us. For the tourists.
We're not tourists. We're honorary residents.
Ahhhh. I can feel the sand on my toes now.