Buxton had a covered-porch cafe where I ordered a homemade black bean burger from a beautiful Brazilian man. He looked quite like Madonna's bf.
OMG, a slick naked man, how inappropriate. Let's switch to phallic objects.
We ...
... stopped at Cape Hatteras.
... posed at Cape Hatteras.
... walked up the 268 steps.
fear of heights! :-|
FEAR OF HEIGHTS! HELP ME :( :( :(
This is a laughing gull.
Ferry to Ocracoke.
Is this real life?
Basically, the heat melted my peach frozen yogurt in under 5 seconds and Tris wouldn't stop to let me throw it away and it covered my arm in sticky goo. Sometimes it's wonderful/weird/nostalgic to be treated like a 6 year old.
Then we went home. Claire and Anna showed up at 9. Tune in tomorrow.
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