Yes, our yearly pilgrimage to Galvston is here again. A group of us grrls from church take over a beach house for a week and enjoy salt water, sand, shells, dead things and free ferry rides, along with whatever else catches our fancy. Truth be told, the real reason I pack up my stuff and leave my animal babies for a week to drive ten hours to South Texas is the company. They're a great bunch of gals, and in three summers I have been part of the Galveston group, I can honestly say I have never had a day that sucked.
Now if I could just get the salt water out of my ears...
Monday, August 23, 2010
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