Last night we hit the boardwalk.
Actually, yesterday afternoon, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law drove down for the day and took Monkey Girl and Monkey in the Middle with them to the water park across the street from the Boardwalk, due to extra wristbands they had. Then, we met up at the boardwalk and the monkeys and their cousins had almost 3 full hours of Boardwalk ridin’ fun.
They had a blast and there was a lot of “You go with those kids, I’ll go with these kids,” and I usually wound up with Baby Monkey and Tiny Monkey, so I don’t have many pictures to share, but I do have a few.
However, before sharing the cute ones of the kids, you must indulge me.
Perhaps you remember last year when I posted this post about the dead psychic on the Boardwalk?
Okay, technically, she wasn’t actually dead, since she opened her eyes soon after I snapped this shot.
Still, you see my penchant for snapping photos of people who aren’t members of the family if they strike me as…”interesting.”
Well, this woman was “interesting.”
She was wearing a tube-top, which in and of itself is not a rarity at the Jersey Shore.
However, stuck in between her cleavage, which was actually non-existent, based on the level to which the tube-top part of the “outfit” had fallen, was an ice pack.
Yes, it was hot, but ice pack out of the freezer in the cleavage hot?
I’m not so sure about that.
I was concerned that between the low-rise tube top and the weight of the ice pack, we’d soon be seeing a lot more than we bargained for.
So, interesting?
You betcha.
Then, Real Man shot this photo of me facing one of my biggest fears.
Okay, he was plastic, but as I’m typing this I am thinking about what I would have done if the “statue” had leaned over and started talking to me.
Now I have goosebumps.
Now I won’t sleep tonight.
Way to go.
Hopefully these cute shots of the monkeys and their cousins will help.
Probably not.
But, maybe.
