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Yesterday we went to Target and bought Erin some flip-flops, then went to the grocery store and got ingredients for the beef stroganoff (Erin knows wine, so she got some good, dry red wine for the recipe). Then we came home and I measured stuff out and browned the meat while Erin attempted to chop the most pungent onion known to man with our little pounding chopper thing from Pampered Chef.
"Should I cut it first?" she asked, and I turned to find her with the chopper held up, the very much *not* unchopped onion stuck in the blades. She took a knife and attempted to pry the onion out, and sent part of it flying through the dining room.
Once we finished that--Erin with tears pouring down her face from this pungent onion--we got ready and headed out to the beach. At which point, *I* got the onion effects, so we pulled into the median and I wiped at my streaming eye. That's right, eye. Just the left one.
So we headed out to Lover's Key. I love coming over the bridge to the touristy beach, because you hit the top and the entire beach is spread before you, as if you rule it all.
Lover's Key is a park, and you pull up at the park ranger station and pay your little entrance fee. And as I am driving up, the car comes to a halt with this awful noise, and I think, Did I just run over some kind of tire-shredder-barrier thing? And I ask Erin, "What did I do?"
"You put the car in park," she says, calmly.
And I look, and I *did* put the car in park! What the hell? Well, I still need to pay, so I put the car in drive again and pull up, where the very cute park ranger tells me, "You know, you're supposed to brake before you put the car in park."
Nice. Erin says I was downshifting, which I think may be faulty logic since I haven't driven a stick since 1996; I think I was actually going to stop and get my money together and just hadn't fully formed the plan when I started to enact it.
So we sunblocked and got our water, and wandered down to the beach--the pedestrian walkway is back up--and found some live shells (I had to tell Erin she couldn't take the pretty shell off the beach because someone was living in it), lots of sponge, pretty dead shells, and horeshoe crab carapaces like you would not believe. There are also sea turtle nests out at the moment, and there were pelicans flying in formation across the beach, so we think the horseshoe crabs were storming the beach in a territory war, were decimated by the adult sea turtles protecting their nests, and the turtles hired the pelicans to fly aerial reconnaisance for them.
It was quite choppy out. As we started back, we could see the rain clouds (and the rain) off in the distance, raining on the touristy beach.
Then we went, sweaty and gross, and got Erin an ice cream and picked Scott up at work, told him both of our goofy stories, came home and ate beef stroganoff (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jenifoto is a master of the slow cooker!), and then sat around reading magazines and comic books all night. It was nice.
Today the foursome is completed ... Jason will be here this afternoon, and Scott supposedly gets off work early. We're going to eat Indian food tonight. Right now, Erin and I are just hanging around the house.
"Should I cut it first?" she asked, and I turned to find her with the chopper held up, the very much *not* unchopped onion stuck in the blades. She took a knife and attempted to pry the onion out, and sent part of it flying through the dining room.
Once we finished that--Erin with tears pouring down her face from this pungent onion--we got ready and headed out to the beach. At which point, *I* got the onion effects, so we pulled into the median and I wiped at my streaming eye. That's right, eye. Just the left one.
So we headed out to Lover's Key. I love coming over the bridge to the touristy beach, because you hit the top and the entire beach is spread before you, as if you rule it all.
Lover's Key is a park, and you pull up at the park ranger station and pay your little entrance fee. And as I am driving up, the car comes to a halt with this awful noise, and I think, Did I just run over some kind of tire-shredder-barrier thing? And I ask Erin, "What did I do?"
"You put the car in park," she says, calmly.
And I look, and I *did* put the car in park! What the hell? Well, I still need to pay, so I put the car in drive again and pull up, where the very cute park ranger tells me, "You know, you're supposed to brake before you put the car in park."
Nice. Erin says I was downshifting, which I think may be faulty logic since I haven't driven a stick since 1996; I think I was actually going to stop and get my money together and just hadn't fully formed the plan when I started to enact it.
So we sunblocked and got our water, and wandered down to the beach--the pedestrian walkway is back up--and found some live shells (I had to tell Erin she couldn't take the pretty shell off the beach because someone was living in it), lots of sponge, pretty dead shells, and horeshoe crab carapaces like you would not believe. There are also sea turtle nests out at the moment, and there were pelicans flying in formation across the beach, so we think the horseshoe crabs were storming the beach in a territory war, were decimated by the adult sea turtles protecting their nests, and the turtles hired the pelicans to fly aerial reconnaisance for them.
It was quite choppy out. As we started back, we could see the rain clouds (and the rain) off in the distance, raining on the touristy beach.
Then we went, sweaty and gross, and got Erin an ice cream and picked Scott up at work, told him both of our goofy stories, came home and ate beef stroganoff (
jenifoto is a master of the slow cooker!), and then sat around reading magazines and comic books all night. It was nice.Today the foursome is completed ... Jason will be here this afternoon, and Scott supposedly gets off work early. We're going to eat Indian food tonight. Right now, Erin and I are just hanging around the house.
