Good Morning and here's hoping everybody is off that sugar high!
Maybe it's because they are getting older or maybe it's because not everything was open yet, but when we hit the Ocean City boardwalk late last week, the first request wasn't about going on rides.
This year the request (and it came as often as breathing) was for games of mini golf.
So, mixed in with too much junk food and a cold wind coming off the ocean, we spent hours hitting different colored balls through windmills, pirate ships, tiki gods and gorillas.
You know what, it might have been the best couple of days spend down the shore in years. We laughed, we danced, we jumped around. Sure, there were some minor arguments about who was going first and how many shots were actually taken, but they quickly faded.
There were holes-in-one and holes-in-10, but it didn't matter. The Masters had nothing on us.
Now, with school starting back up this week, maybe I can find a way to make homework this much fun.