Sea Creatures...

My wife just left me at home so that she could go surfing with a friend. The allure of the pacific syncopated joy machine calls to all who dare spend a rare moment in her embrace- wives and mothers are not exempt. Now she wants to transition from the trusty funboard to a proper noserider, "I want to hang ten toes over, Ands!". Now she wants to get racks for her car. Now she wants me to watch the gremmie while she shreds the gnar. Speaking of the G.Grom- I stuck a little fishy in the soft sand and let the waves float it a little bit while he was "surfing" on it. I believe we have another stoked out summer surf rat to deal with at Archie's come a few solstices from now. A family like mine is a gift. A family who loves to surf together is destined for many delicious south swells spent gathering the gifts of the sea.

You see, the title of this blog is ironic.