When You Have Crappy Weather at the Beach

We're on vacation. At a beach, in Florida. It's rainy and 69 degrees.

I'm watching some crime show on TV. Bryant is Ebaying for sunglasses. Aiden is off in his own world, headphones on, playing baseball on his PS Vita. He did yell out asking me if going for the cycle meant single, double, triple, and homerun, otherwise you wouldn't know he was here.

The pool is heated, but can't get Aiden to brave it. Almost talked him into walking on the beach, but that wind is not exactly friendly! We did all go to lunch, at a place that is supposedly haunted in the upstairs dining room. Using the ghost radar app on the phone, the ghost told Aiden his name is Jimmy. That, and the fact that I got a call from All Children's Hospital this morning informing me Aiden's yearlong wait on the waiting list for OT has actually resulted in his turn, has been the highlight of the day.
Rain, rain, go away and take the rest of this crappy weather with you!

And that's why they have wine. Too bad the wine bar is about a quarter mile walk away in this weather!