Well, we're back from our third trip of July and had a great time with the exception of an ocean full of jellyfish. We flew out Thursday morning to Pensacola and Gary rented a Chrysler 300 we affectionately named Pa Paw. I was like "Gary, how old are we? Must we really drive a car meant for men in their later years?" (no offense to any men in their later life.) Anyway, Pa Paw smelled like stale cigarettes and looked ridiculous, but it got us safely to Alabama. We met up with our friend's, the Dery's, and we went out on their boat for an early evening cruise then back to their condo for steamed shrimp and crab legs. They have two children of their own, Cole - 13 and Lilly Grace - 6. Naturally, Zack thought Cole was too cool and spent the weekend following Cole around. Ansley had fun playing big friend to Lilly.
Friday we took their boat to Pensicola Bay and docked on an island where there was an old abandoned fort from the civil war. It was great - except for the above mentioned jelly fish. We explored the island, collected hundreds of hermit crabs, had lunch and poured lots of vinegar on the many jelly fish stings that the boys all got. Later that night we all went to dinner.
They left Saturday so the Gray's cruised the beach, played in the pool, shopped and bought cheesy air brushed t-shirts for the kids.
Home today to NO CABLE on either tv that has a cable box. The great pain in the a$$ begins again. Day eight of the great cable wait begins Tuesday. What does one do to have working cable?