I totally don't care if you judge me, but this has been my guilty pleasure. My brain is so fried after putting the kids to bed, most nights all I can do is watch a little TV, then crash into bed. I love hearing each person's story about their tattoo. Half of them, I'm rolling my eyes at how stupid it is and the other half I think are cool. I also love how each tattoo artist has chosen to be something that is not normal in our society. You seriously have to commit to a lifestyle when you have a tattoo crawling up your neck.
Like I said, we went to the Santa Monica pier Tuesday. I had never actually been on the pier. I usually try to drive through LA as fast as I can to get to Malibu or more north. Anyway, the pier is set up like a carnival. We met up with Aunt Sue and Uncle Ben and our cousin Luke. Monet and Luke held hands. We got cotton candy, the kids rode on the rides. It was a lot of fun. I think it would be a great place for a date.
Friday, we met up with the surf mom group, but it was too windy to surf. As soon as we got to the beach, Monet ran to the water. It was freezing, but that didn't stop her. She begged me to take her surfing. I was hesitant only because it was so cold and she always backs out. So, I told her, "If I get my wetsuit on, you have to get on the board. You can't change your mind."