You know what I really love about going to the beach?
The low expectations.
I can think of no other time in my life where it is perfectly acceptable, nay EXPECTED, that I lay around all day in the sun and read a book.
Where the biggest item on my to-do list is to bury my son in the sand.
Where collecting shells and digging up sand crabs is a sport.
Where you must consume copious amounts of fried food in order to fit in.
Low expectations rock.