sweet.irony.

This morning, the husband wanted to go to the beach. I wanted to go return a bathing suit and look for another one. Since I needed to go to Rehoboth Beach, I suggested that we both go to return the suit and then go to the beach afterwards. Tim agreed and off we went.

I bought a new suit, and then returned the other.

Stay with me, this is where it gets interesting.

Tim asked me where I wanted to go to the beach (we were already at a beach when he asked this), and I made the mistake of saying that it didn’t matter.

Then we proceeded to leave Rehoboth Beach, which is right down the road from Lewes Beach, drive south right on through Dewey Beach, zip through Bethany Beach, and pass Fenwick Island before we finally arrived in Ocean City, where we could finally go to the beach…where we sat for and hour and a half and then went home.

Here’s a dandy graphic so you can really understand how ridiculous it was. The red line is the first leg of our journey. The blue line is our voyage down the coast to get to “the beach.”