I've been saving this photo for such a time as this. I think tonight's the night. This is me, on the beach of northern California last July. I was enjoying an afternoon in the sun with Josiah asleep on my chest. Roger and the rest of the kids and Dale and Lois were all splashing in the ocean, working on surfing. We had been snacking around our beach camp earlier and had some crumbs and things around the chairs. I noted a curious sea gull who had his eye on me. He then began to do some fly over maneuvers, and eventually that bird pooped. On my head. I started to squeal and yell and curse. Profanity. Eventually Roger and Lois came up to see what all the noise was about and instead of grabbing a towel to wipe my forehead they were doubled over in laughter. Little Josiah slept through it but he recounts this story often this summer for whatever reason. Perhaps to punish me. You see, lately, I have bee...
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