My Best Friend

It was only right that my first beach trip of 2008 was with my best friend. One of us really wanted to stick their feet/legs in the ocean for longer than the 60 seconds she was allowed, despite the 39 degree water temperature. And one of us was kinda scared of the waves and preferred to sniff around in the sand. I'll leave it to the reader to figure that out.



There is much to be blogged about Opening Day at Fenway. Last night while driving to York and the Yarn Sellar (and please note, if you are someone who commented on my lack of blogging last night, not mentioning any names (noolieandpatty)) I had a whole blog post in my head - someone needs to invent a way for people to blog and drive safely. I will try and catch up with all that is Red Sox Nation this weekend. Because it is so good. And yet, not so good. Stay tuned for the explanation!!