“The fact that you guys don’t play music on the beach makes me want to kill myself.”
— Eric, dramatically disapproving of the way this family vacations.
On Friday we leave for the annual family vacation in the Outer Banks. Eric joined last year for a few days, but this year will be coming for the full two weeks. Meanwhile, packages have been arriving at the apartment every day this week….
Oh god. No one told him.
Sitting on the beach with my kindle…
Me (without lifting my eyes from the screen): “You know, I have to say, I really didn’t like this book at first, but it’s taken an interesting turn and now it’s actually getting pretty good.”
Eric: <No response. Because, unbeknownst to me, he had gotten up and gone to the Tiki bar to watch football.>