The kids chipped in and sent Mike and me overnight for Christmas. We went to Padre Island, down by Corpus Christi--important part of that is it was the beach! In order to get there, you need to take a ferry...so here's a picture of the ferry where our trip was made memorable....
...when our call stalled for no reason. We had to ride the ferry back to the beginning, get a tow off the ferry, wander around downtown till we found someone with jumper cables, get a jump, then try the crossing again. Meanwhile, this particular car has never had that problem before or since. Go figure. Now the suburban on the other hand....
The beach the morning we got there. It was 85 degrees. These beaches reminded me of the ones in North Carolina when I was a child. OK--when I was littler. Haven't figured out if I am grown up yet or not!
Kids playing on the beach were from Minnesota. All the native Texans were freezing--at 85.
And Mike. Lovely day for a stroll.
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What a nice gift. You've got good kids.
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