I think I could be a beach bum. Spend my days baking in the sun, digging my toes in the sand. Body surfing in the waves (a skill of which I am particularly proud). Can you hear those waves crashing against the shore? The gulls flying overhead, hoping for a morsel of your ham and cheese sandwhich? Oh, I have really decided that I would be a perfect beach bum.
When everything is said and done I have realized I am completely uncooth. I will pour wine from a box into a 16oz sports bottle so as to have some refreshment down by the water. And yes, I will drink straight out of said bottle. I will put a skirt on over my bathing suit and declare it an outfit. I will sit down in the sand to build sandcastles and end up the dirtiest person around by the end, covered from hair to toes in wet sand while trying for the perfect door for my tower. I will consider fruit and granola bars a perfectly fine way to eat every meal. I will consider a dip in the pool an acceptable replacement for a bath. I'll stop brushing my hair all together (although I didn't do it much to begin with).
Wouldn't it be wonderful? To stop caring about outfits and meals and cars and such? Just live. All day. Every day.
