I am saved from certain doom
Some friends are staying at a nearby beach. Oh happy coincidence! I am saved from the certain doom of being on a desolate beach with a bored teen and a tired preschooler while the daddy golfs.
In reality, he will probably only golf once or twice in a week. But I am not done freaking out about the long drive, and the one car thing only adds to the drama. And by the way, the drive is seven and a half hours, not six.
Ahhhhh!
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