Living in a tropical climate can be wonderful. The weather is mild, it's always green, and beach-going can be an almost daily occurrence. That said, there are a few things that take some getting used to...cockroaches, lizards, and half-naked people come to mind.
There are no nude beaches in our area, but that doesn't stop some cheeky people from showing off their best (and in some cases, worst) assets. Take, for instance, an occasion when Mr. Stephanie and I were escorting Stephanie Jr. to the beach. We staked out a spot at the far end of the beach where there were less people and began our trek. Making chit-chat along the way, we noticed Jr. giggling.
"What's so funny?" we asked the youngster.
"Look," he said as he pointed.
Ahead of us were two young people, one male, one female making their way down the beach. I tried to find the humor in the situation, but it didn't immediately jump out at me. Scanning them from head to toe, I made a mental checklist...
1. Hair...not Bozo the Clownish.
2. Shoulders...not hunched in Igor-like fashion.
3. Backs...not covered in gobs of hair.
4. Ohhhhhh...now I get it!
"Butt cheeks!!!" our son blurted out.
Yes, folks, butt cheeks. Apparently, the thong (or bikini bottoms arranged to look like a thong) has made a comeback. My husband and I looked at each other and then did everything within our power to not look straight ahead and to distract Jr.
"Say, is that a whale I see out there?"
"Why, no dear, it's a boat."
"A boat, well I'll be..."
"I know, why don't we just sit down here? We don't need to go all the way to the other end."
And sit down, we did. Luckily, humor is a fickle thing, and the incident was forgotten when Jr. started building a sand castle.
"Well," Mr. said, "at least it was just her and not him!"
Picture daggers being shot from my eyes toward my husband. "What?"
"Oh, you know what I mean."
Flash forward about an hour and a half to a handsome man walking his dog on the beach...in a thong.
"Oh, Honey," I tapped Mr. on the shoulder, "look at that."
"Butt cheeks!!!" Jr. yelled.
There are no nude beaches in our area, but that doesn't stop some cheeky people from showing off their best (and in some cases, worst) assets. Take, for instance, an occasion when Mr. Stephanie and I were escorting Stephanie Jr. to the beach. We staked out a spot at the far end of the beach where there were less people and began our trek. Making chit-chat along the way, we noticed Jr. giggling.
"What's so funny?" we asked the youngster.
"Look," he said as he pointed.
Ahead of us were two young people, one male, one female making their way down the beach. I tried to find the humor in the situation, but it didn't immediately jump out at me. Scanning them from head to toe, I made a mental checklist...
1. Hair...not Bozo the Clownish.
2. Shoulders...not hunched in Igor-like fashion.
3. Backs...not covered in gobs of hair.
4. Ohhhhhh...now I get it!
"Butt cheeks!!!" our son blurted out.
Yes, folks, butt cheeks. Apparently, the thong (or bikini bottoms arranged to look like a thong) has made a comeback. My husband and I looked at each other and then did everything within our power to not look straight ahead and to distract Jr.
"Say, is that a whale I see out there?"
"Why, no dear, it's a boat."
"A boat, well I'll be..."
"I know, why don't we just sit down here? We don't need to go all the way to the other end."
And sit down, we did. Luckily, humor is a fickle thing, and the incident was forgotten when Jr. started building a sand castle.
"Well," Mr. said, "at least it was just her and not him!"
Picture daggers being shot from my eyes toward my husband. "What?"
"Oh, you know what I mean."
Flash forward about an hour and a half to a handsome man walking his dog on the beach...in a thong.
"Oh, Honey," I tapped Mr. on the shoulder, "look at that."
"Butt cheeks!!!" Jr. yelled.
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