Vacation - Day Two

We are here, I am now sitting on the balcony of our condominium which has a gulf view...however, the gulf view of the neighbors is greatly disrupting our gulf view, but still, we are here. Here is Santa Rosa on Walton Beach, Florida which is right next to Destin, Florida.

The remainder of our trip here was basically uneventful. I made my usual "count of kids" every twenty five minutes to make sure we had all the kids even though no one had been out of the car for the past two and a half hours, a fact that my dear daughter Hannah reminded me of....every twenty five minutes She finally told me that she would be in charge of counting Anthony kids and would let me know when someone was gone....I still asked and I still got in trouble.

The trip went pretty smooth until the last hour when, like clockwork, we revealed that we are not the Duggars. An argument erupted from the back row which caused the second row to chime in, I soon saw feet in the air when I glanced in the rear view mirror. I was assured that all seat belts were still buckled and that I still had five kids in the vehicle. I inquired if all the kids still had all their limbs and other body parts, I received no assurances.

It was raining pretty heavy when we arrived much to the chagrin of the kids who didn't understand why lightening was keeping us from walking over to the beach. I soon succumbed to the pressure and we walked across to the beach with the promise from all five Anthony children, including Isaiah, that we would only wade and not get our body's wet. At the beach I soon recognized the feet that I had seen in the rear view mirror earlier and had to send Caleb into the surf to retrieve his submerged and upside down brother. The girls, who were grabbing shells before the crabs dug into the sand, soon pointed out that my shorts were wet from the surf and why was I allowed to get wet and not them. I then stupidly pointed out the situation with their brothers which only served to add weight to their argument. I, once again, lost, everyone but mom was now in the water, she was sitting comfortably, not wet, in a rental beach chair that we had not paid for.

Later we found a place to eat and then a Walmart to prepare for tomorrow. At both places we made up for the money we did not pay for the beach chair. Walton Beach tax base is greatly benefiting from the Anthony visit.

It is 11:00pm and I am on vacation. I hear the kids running around inside the condo but the downstairs neighbors have not yet complained (if I counted right they have eleven kids down there so we may remain off their radar), I just found a mistake on our bank account which has caused insufficient funds to develop, and we have some ducks around here that are louder than a train. It is 11:00pm and I am on vacation......Cool!

Here I Dwell,
Rick