So the time has come for our long awaited arrival at our beach house, which I have painstakingly researched and chosen. For my birthday trip, our first trip to Destin, a trip to the beach, beach which I worship, I had told Jay --I did not want to stay in a condo or hotel, I wanted to stay in a house. And it was not enough to be near the beach, I wanted to be ON THE BEACH. So here it was. We pulled up. We parked. We looked. And it looked downright scary. But in quintessential Jay "I don't want to upset you or question you or freak you out but this house looks terrible" fashion, he says, Really?
Of course, once we got inside and opened the curtains to the glorious ocean, the somewhat weather-beaten and ignored from the road facade was a distant memory, and we went on to truly enjoy our little house. Really.
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