You can travel the world, but nothing comes close to the golden coast.

Rebecca had a great two days off. On Monday night, Adam, Eva, and I saw Toy Story 3. It was Pixar, so of course it was good, but I was surprised by how many reviews I've read saying that everyone in audience cried. I was certainly moved and touched by it, but I came nowhere close to crying. But then, Rebecca has a heart of stone. We dropped Eva off at her house, and Uncle John gave us some milk that was supposedly hand-milked straight out of a cow. It didn't really taste any different.

Yesterday, Mom, Adam, and I actually made it into Texas. I went swimming in the Gulf of Mexico, something I hadn't done since 2003, so I'd forgotten how fun and exhausting it is. There was a very strong eastern current, so swimming in any other direction was really hard, even with an inner tube. Mine got blown away at one point and I went swimming after it yelling, "Wilson! Wilso-on!" I also got another sunburn. It wasn't the worst one ever (you can see that here) but it's more noticeable because I didn't wear a hat or sunglasses this time, so it hit me right in the face. ("Not in the face! That's how I make my livin'!") Today one of my mangers told me I looked like a crawfish. Haha.

After that, we took the ferry to Galveston and drove through it to Kemah. The wind was so strong on the ferry, and Adam's hair looked very scary. It was blowing straight out from his head like it was trying to rip itself out. The architecture in the older part of Galveston was stunning. I can't believe I never noticed it all the times I've been there before. I saw a Catholic church and cemetery that made my jaw drop. Kemah was okay. There was a boardwalk, some carnival rides, and cool little shops. I went into a candy shop, and on a bag-your-own bin of sour gummi worms (the one candy Rebecca has a spiritual connection to!) was a warning label that read, and I swear I'm not making this up, "May Have a Laxative Effect." I should've taken a picture of that. Yeah, no shit, warning label. Rebecca's already learned that lesson well. But hey, if it happens enough for them to stick a warning label on it, at least it's not just me.

Today it was back to the salt mines, and boy, were they salty. I was supposed to be at work at 11:00, but I overslept until ... (*drumroll*) 10:48. I got ready in such a hurry that I put my contacts in inside out and spent the first half-hour at work blinking and rubbing my eyes until I was finally able to get to the bathroom and put them in right. Boss Man was a jerk, but I'm more pissed at the alarm in my phone for randomly not working.

P.S. If you haven't already (and I hope they don't mind me posting this) be sure to congratulate my friends snuffy_chan and morningloryblue. They are now a homeowner and a mother-to-be, respectively. Rebecca, meanwhile, is still writing fanfiction.