Jimmy crack corn.

Thursday morning I woke in Salt Lake not knowing that my day would end eating Chicken and Waffles with Whtiney at Roscoe's on Long Beach. 

I love flying, always so magical, eating little bags of chips and drinking little bottles of water high up in the air. 

And flying into little Long Beach is so fun, outdoor airport they wheeled the stairs right up to the airplane I felt just like Britney. I waved to everyone on the tarmac.

We stayed with Chip and Becky, and there is no manor or writing that could captivate the happiness and color found there, with three little girls, passion fruit, and a nine-year-old pet bunny Bucky who hops freely in the ever so small yard/patio. The happiest place on earth.

 The mini van was a perfect fit for the three car seats and Whtiney and I and we all loaded up to go to the beach at low tide. Where the girls took off all their clothes, Whitney and I stuck our fingers in the sea amenities, Chip took underwater pictures, Becky gracefully fed the baby and we all tried to jump rope with the sea weed.

  After playing Chip put the girls in dry clothes and we walked along the top of the grassy cliff where lovers had brought a table and chairs and would sip wine and eat cheese and watch the sun set. So utterly romantic.

 Then to the pier for dinner where everyone was fishing with glow sticks and Latino music.

 And after taking care of a few things Whit and I stopped at the fruit stands to get 25 avocados for 5$ and some Avocado honey then headed home.
It was a crazy weekend for many reason, but the Simpsons sure made it bright, glad I got to go.