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.