an extra, extra-large serving of ice cream, but i’m wacky like that. but then, you already knew that.
okay, so now that you and all within smell of you are at least drumming up the scent of the beach, let me continue to set the tone with this picture of a perfect beach just begging you to go for a dip. leave your footprints in the sand. pretend you have no responsibilities, no mortgage, no in-box, no box of out-grown clothes lurking under your bed demanding you hit the gym more often than the all-you-can-eat buffet. yeah, that kind of place. you know the kind of place – the one you 