So for some random, freaky reason, it’s been a pretty warm January. But, warm in this way where it’s raining and cold on the weekdays (I mean, FREEZING, especially on the days that I just happened to decide to go up to New York to visit people) and then it gets really warm and sunny on Saturdays. I mean, how often does that happen, right?
So, anyway, we’ve been trying to take advantage of the nice weather, and last Saturday we went down to Long Beach Island with our parents.

See? That’s us on our way. I’m shocked because I actually agreed to drive real far away (like, an hour!) even though I get car sick. But, I was pretty good this time. No feeling sick until about three minutes away from our first stop at the restaurant.

I put my collar up and Sally and I were gonna be “toughs” but then it ended up looking like Sally was ill and I was coming to cheer her up at the home. Which is pretty sad.

And I have to admit, I only included this one because Sally looked fine in the last picture and I looked terrible. But now the roles are reversed! Haha.
Of course, there were a couple of other pictures, but we had major fhat going on, so I couldn’t include them. (By the way, fhat is that fat that’s right under your chin – it’s close to your hat, get it? my brother Matt and I came up with that one when I was about five – and it usually peeks out when you’re laughing or kind of tucking your chin in while smiling or when you’re opening your mouth really wide… Or if you’re Constantine Maroulis.)

But anyway, so we got to Long Beach Island, and we stopped at this cafe for something to eat. They had really good baked potato soup. And they arranged the pickels and orange on Sally’s plate like a face (she added the nose, but the rest of it looked like that before we touched it, honest), which was pretty strange. And, as Dad pointed out, pretty strange that they put the pickels and orange together, because the pickels pretty much ruined the orange.

And in this cafe they had lots of snowmen stuff, and one of them was this wooden snowman statue, but it has this creepy flesh colored lower eyelids. I mean, it’s a snowman. It shouldn’t have flesh colored anything.

And they had gross looking cacti on the windowsill.

That’s the Barnegat lighthouse, which is what we were actually going to see (our parents love lighthouses). But, the gates to the parking lot closed at 4:00 and it was around 3:30. We didn’t get to stay too long.

And there’s the guy that designed the lighthouse and our dad. Try to guess which one is which.

Then we went home. The bridge kind of reminded me of the escalator to nowhere.

Meanwhile, I had a dream that I had to go sub for my old cooperating teacher in New York tomorrow, so I would have to get a train that left my house at 4:30 in the morning. When I woke up and realized I had been dreaming, I said, “Oh, please.”