We are staying on a small island just off Marco Island in south Florida. Goodland, where we're staying, is a little fishing village with a post office and 4 bar/restaurants. That's about it. To get to anything else we have to go through Marco.
Today we went shopping in Naples. Off Goodland, through Marco, to Naples.
Now Marco is quite an affluent area. When we went swimming at a pool there yesterday, we did not use a trash can. We used a rubbish bin. This cracked us up, for some reason, and we spent a good deal of the rest of the day saying "Oh, rubbish!" in our best fa-fa-fa voices and our most affected accents.
On our way back to the island after our shopping trip today, someone's lawn sprinkler hit us just as we were entering Marco. My niece, Shelby, asked from the back seat, "What was that?"
"Sprinklers, what did you think?" answered her mom.
"I thought maybe they didn't want to have to look at our dirty old car on Marco, so they were washing it for us."
Shelby is a funny little chickadee.
Shelby is 10 years old and has just started her own blog to talk about her dog and her life.
My daughter Lea, who is 13, just started a blog too. It is chock full of teen angst, as you would expect.
Stop by and give them some love, if you've got the time. And if you know any other young bloggers who might be interested in following, I'm pretty sure they'd follow back.
(I am fully aware that it's positively shameless to use this forum for promoting two of my favorite girls, but shame is overrated. If you do visit them, read Shelby's older posts and scroll on through for Lea's first post... just sayin')