So, the kiddos and I got on a plane at 0240 Sunday morning (yes, that's 2:40 IN THE MORNING for you non-military) for beautiful, sunny warm California. My wonderful, bestest, favoritist, beautifulist friend-from-Germany Jeanne picked us up in Los Angeles and drove us to her parents beach house in San Clemente (famous for Richard Nixon's R&R's) To say it is paradise isn't even close. Crashing waves, beautiful fragrant flowers, sea lions on the rocks in the water, and young Marines running shirtless on the beach (oops, didn't mean that!) I'm still not sure I want to go to Disneyland.
Tim is joinging us first thing in the AM on Friday and we check into our Disney hotel later that evening. But in the meantime, here's a picture of the kids on the deck of the house.
2 comments:
Jeanne you are a saint, thank you for being so kind. Kids look great, I'm sure they are having a great time.
You're never going back to Alaska, are you? ;)
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