Take me to the beach
Is it possible to suffer from beach withdrawal symptoms? 'Cause I think I might be. The mister and I spent the weekend at Llangeneth which is quite possibly the most beautiful place I've ever seen. Talk about windy though. I went for a run, yes...don't look at me like that...and the sand blowing off the dunes was stinging the backs of my legs. Beautiful but incredibly fierce. (And of course, the surf was up too.)
After working my butt off this morning on a few articles, I've come to the conclusion that I am bored. Damn that action packed weekend! Now my computer is my only window to the world. (I'm also sat in the kitchen which makes for terrible hunger pangs.)
found via Kirsty and Clair:
listening:The sound of cars driving through the rainy street.
eating: Egg salad. Mmmmm, it's so tasty...*end sarcasm*
wearing: My fave jeans and mustard coloured tee.
weather: Rainy, windy, cold...the usual.
wanting: A treehouse or a den made of sheets to hide in.
needing: The above.
thinking: About hiding in a treehouse...
wondering: How the heck do I move forward?