Remember last year when I admitted that I hate the beach?
Add some tar balls and you can double that.

Soon I’ll share a few days at a non-affected beach with my family…
Followed by a hormone-filled week with 11 teenagers in Florida.

I love my family.
I love those kids.

But I hate the beach.
And I really hate BP.

Also?
I’m kind of wondering what the the world I was thinking when I agreed to 8 straight days of sand.