[Come to think of it, aren't all kids' lives already pretty much of a vacation? Yes, damn it. So why are we flying out to Hawaii for a week with them? Shouldn't Pete and I just leave them at home and have our own vacation?]
Serious digression. Sorry.
The day I'm recalling included being stung by a Portuguese Man o'War. In my mind, a freakin' jellyfish, although Wikipedia informs me that it is, in fact, not a jellyfish. I had one hell of an allergic reaction, and I ended up having to immediately go to the doctor.
In my four years living in Hawaii, that was the only time I was stung by a
I guess now that I know they aren't really jellyfish, this lead-in to these photos, taken on Daughter's birthday outing at the aquarium in San Francisco, isn't relevant at all. But, as always, it's wordy.