Sand and Plates

First of all, I would like to report that everyone is happy and smiling today. No visible scarring from my behavior last night. Thank you for all your sweet comments....sometimes it's just nice to know you aren't alone.

I am barely going to get this posted in time to count for Thursday's post so I'm going to make it quick!! Because I'm tired and feel like the few creative nuances that bounce around in my head have been sucked out tonight.

This is a quick post with a few pics.......

For Vesak Day we decided to go to the beach here in Singapore. I have lived here almost a year and have never been. It's crazy because it's a great beach......if you don't pay too much attention to the tankers docked just outside the cove area they have roped off.

Nathan was convinced that oil was spilling into the ocean as we sat there and ate chicken nuggets.

There were Slurpees....

And naps...... (I am so going to get in trouble for this pic)

And an attempt to dig a hole all the way to.......I don't know. What happens when you are already almost in China? You dig a hole to Wyoming?

I am definitely aware that it appears that this last week has been full of one adventure after another......if you can really call a Squatty Potty an adventure. I'm not sure if it's the fact that our commitments for the year are coming to an end and we've all had some free days or if it's panicking that time will go by too quickly without checking things off the long list of things to do in SE Asia.

Since arriving here I've heard over and over about shopping for dishes in Malaysia. There is a Spode factory there which meant nothing to me but made the Martha Stewart types super giddy....something about Christmas and Turkey plates. Today was the day we packed up and took a rode trip to Malaysia to check out the plate factory. Our adventure deserves a post all its own but for now I'll leave you with this picture.

I know....it's enough to make a girl who hates to shop want to hurl.

But I ended up with Turkey dishes and that's going to have to be a story for

another time.