andwelivehappilyeverafter-The-Guardian: "gooey, gooey, gooey goodness"

We rented a beach house for the weekend with our good friends the Foulks and the Wilcox's. It was one of those perfect weekends that you wish would never end.

We learned a few little things while we were there, too.

Let me tell you about them.

I didn't get a picture of the outside of the house, but here's where we spent a good chunk of our time lounging, reading, eating, and watching all sorts of funny things on TV.

Lesson #1: Beginning an argument with the line "If I were a duck, and I laid an egg" is not the smartest way to try and win a fight.

#2: Donald Trump has never used a coupon. He said so.

We had the most beautiful boardwalk that took us across the sand dunes and down onto the beach. Our house was only a couple hundred yards from the ocean, and the views were incredible.

Lesson #3: You are safe from the jellyfish until you see one. Then you must exit the water.

Lesson #4: You can still get sunburned on a cloudy day.

Lesson #5: Baby boys will get very messy at the beach, and do all sorts of exciting things, such as squishing little fish with their fingers, eating sand, attempting to swallow seaweed, and gathering an entire beach's worth of sand in their diapers.

Jayden squishes a fish, while Nicholas samples the culinary value of sand.

I think Kent was most excited about digging holes on the beach. He's got a thing for that. Dallin and Mike got in the excitement too, and there was much digging.

Jayden had a thing for sitting in those holes.

It was fun for me to see Kent having fun with his friends just doing "man stuff" like

sticking a board in the sand (really not sure what that was about), barbecuing with their IBC rootbeers, watching Mythbusters together, and building a bonfire on the beach.

Lesson #6: The beaches on Mustang Island double duty as roads.

Lesson #7: Most people just drive trucks and other sensible vehicles on the beach. Other people will attempt to drive a motorhome down onto the beach.

Lesson #8: When a motorhome is stuck on a beach in Texas, within moments there will be a flock of 5 to 6 trucks, who will then take turns attempting to pull out said motorhome.

Welcome to Texas.

The best part, though, was really all the fun times we had with our friends.

Lesson #9: There's this awesome little glow-in-the-dark minigolf place on the second floor of an abandoned mall in Corpus Christi. You might feel like the zombie acopolypse is going to occur while you're there, but it won't.

Nicholas made fast friends with Allison, and it wasn't uncommon for him to choose her lap over mine or Kent's.

We went on an awesome boat tour to see some dolphins, and although the dolphins were pretty neat, we were mostly just happy to be out on a boat.

Before we got there, Allison and I stopped at HEB to buy some groceries.

Perhaps we got a little carried away.

But we ate the most delicious food while we were at the beach house-from our biscuit donuts, to enchiladas, many packages of oreos, tinfoil dinners, and this grilled gooey gooey goodness: