Life's a Beach

So I agree to walk out into the water. And on the way back in, oof! A giant wave takes me down. I tried to get up and continue on. Oof! Another wave knocks me to my knees! And everybody else is like, "What? Get up."

So we had a lot of fun and sunburn, and on the way back to San Antonio, my left front tire lost its tread and took off a section of fiberglass (?) on the side of the vehicle as it flew off. Thank you, God, for Erik. He changed that tire, with semis whipping past, and we limped back into San Antonio. He put the masticated piece of rubber from the trunk into a shopping cart, wheels it into the Walmart garage and asks, "Hey, can ya patch this?"

Of course, I could have and would have done it, had I gone on that trip to Lisa's 30th birthday bash on the beach alone, but I'm so glad I didn't have to...