What? We live by the beach?

On Thursday I was not able to book a job, so Dave and I went to the beach. It was really warm and sunny at our apartment, but Santa Monica was foggy and chilly. We brought a blanket and sat on the beach for a while watching all the crazy tourist playing in the cold water.

The pier.

The beach. See, fog. Lame.

I'm not quite as strong as a tractor.