who ever knew red flag days could be so great?

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If you read my post from yesterday, you would have understood that we had a

simply wicked beach day. But wicked wasn't bad.

It was intense.

And wild.

And crazy.

And exhausting.

But was amazing and worth it.

There was no red flag yesterday. Maybe there should have been. But there wasn't.

There was one today.

Which, as the flag reads, means no swimming.

Not cool.

I mean, what are you supposed to do at a beach?

Swim, eat, and tan.

No swimming because of the red flag.

No tanning because the sun thinks the clouds make a better place to hang out.

But we can eat. Right? Yeah. until the power goes out.

Which did happen.

But, as far as food goes, we'll just let my food baby speak for itself.

Mom, my sister {grace}, and I decided that we might as well explore what Emerald Isle has

to offer.

So we discovered a beauty parlor thing.

And got pedicures.

So now my beach trip is complete.

Poppy red nails and all. 

the end.