The illicit beer I had on the ferry over. Success!
Me befriending a cute dog by the harbour in Oak Bluffs. A poodle? A wheaten terrier? Not sure. Sheep-like, anyway. Bony head.
Pictures from the bike trip. Ridiculously idyllic place.
Me, windswept but happy.
Back to apartment-cleaning I go …
I still question your taste in beer.
And I hope you were wearing sunscreen!
Guinness is for crusty old men.
I liberally and fastidiously applied factor 50 but still managed to end up getting singed …
“Guinness is for crusty old men.
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Hey! And Bud’s for people who can’t handle real beer.
“I liberally and fastidiously applied factor 50 but still managed to end up getting singed …”
I know how that is. Which reminds me that I need to buy sunscreen.