My gosh, how rude of me to go out of town and leave you with that one-chicken-finger salute all week. We were in the Florida Panhandle, visiting Eric's mom.
To make up for my inexcusable rudeness, please have a picture of the as-yet-unspoiled Navarre Beach.
The water was clear, warm, and dreamy, and the beach was white and fine (although studded with cigarette butts--WTF?).
I wasn't sure at first if I wanted to go--although the beach had been cleaned, a few tar balls had already washed up a few days before, and it seemed like it might be too depressing or maybe even dangerous to be out there. But that seemed stupid and pointless when we saw that it was as beautiful as ever; might as well enjoy it while we can. So we enjoyed the hell out of it.
I still feel really bad. So you can also have this picture of a terrifying door stop I saw at a flea market in Pace, Florida.
Oh! Here, please enjoy this shot of the meat bouquet I saw at the bar last weekend, just because I like you guys.
Better?