MY BATTLE WITH THE BEACH

It was a sunny afternoon a few weeks ago when Amanda suggested we go to the beach. She does this from time to time and it makes my heart sink nearly as much as a restaurant that only serves “small plates to share”.  

So I change into my bathers while complaining on a loop. Then, like all good 7 year-olds, I put on my long-sleeve rashy. Rashies have becom…