Apparently It’s Lucky

One thing I forgot to mention. Not long after Kathy and I settled into our beach chairs yesterday, a seagull flew by and crapped right on my cheek and shoulder. It felt like a hot glob of sunscreen. I couldn’t see it, so I’ve no idea what it looked like.

I handled this with my usual aplomb, shouting “Ugh! I’ve been shat on!” then trying to do a preliminary wipe of my face with sand before making a mad dash into the ocean. I don’t think I’ve ever gone from dry to submerged so fast.

Bleah.

Rob