Omelettes in America and Cantelopes on the Beach

"In Africa, people don't even realize there are omelettes in America! They never show pictures of the omelettes on the news, and therefore people assume there aren't any here. I was surprised to learn there were omelettes here!" I was hard pressed to keep from laughing as I listened to my land lord babble on about omelettes the day we went to check out the room. We got onto the topic of comparing Africa and America, something Sylvester seemed very excited about after he learned that Mom and I had both been to Africa. See, Sylvester moved to America from Sierra Leone about seven years ago and still speaks with a thick accent. By the time I figured out that by "omelettes", he meant "homeless", it was too late and I was already feeling passionate about spreading that word that "We in America also love cheesy filling layered in a wrapping of eggs!" And so I made an omelette and took this picture to share with you.

In other news, Dawn and I have discovered a beach merely 45 minutes from our house. It is called Chesapeake Beach and though the lady at the beach where they wanted to charge us 6 dollars warned us that "It's kinda dirty, people take their dogs there", the free beach turned out to be absolutely gorgeous. We have visited twice in the past week. Once we spent the afternoon and evening there, leaving only briefly when we ran for the car in an afternoon down pour. We didn't let the short period of rain ruin our day and we swam, picked up sea shells, and ate cantelope. You cantelope on the beach! (We afterwards set the empty rind adrift on the waves like a little melon green boat, don't worry, it's biodegradable). The second time we drove down around 8 after I was done at work and stood in the waves as darkness fell around us and our senses were filled with the rushing of the waves (not to mention the biting of the mosquitoes, which inspired us to make the visit a little shorter that night). Both times we stopped at a nearby seafood restaurant and spent too much money on gourmet food, though the giant piece of tira misu and the oh-so-lush lava cake were well worth it.

I watched the worst movie I have ever seen in my life the other night. The Hitcher has absolutely no plot, no artistry, no thrilling dialog, and absolutely no point. I am still dumb founded to think that someone, at some point, must have thought it was a good movie! Anyhow, as Dawn and I walked along the dark wooded path from the beach to the car, I couldn't help but think of the hitcher jumping out to kill us for no good reason. Dawn was apparently thinking the same thing, and she said quietly "We're gonna get hitched." I stopped suddenly and replied, "But remember? You cantelope on the beach so how could we possibly get hitched?!" (insert rim shot here) I know, I know, very punny right?