Photos Of Our Beach Walk And Relishing The Month

We sat down at some sidewalk cafe and had drinks, me a cranberry juice, Mr. Mogul a beer. We just sat there and relaxed looking out at the sea.

Mama and dada aren't looking!

Hic Cup!

As we were driving back to the beach pad I noticed clumps of white hair congregated along the shore. They weren't birds but groups of old people with New York accents. I heard the accents clearly like "yeeahh" and "wah-ter". I can't wait to hear the New York elderly bitching again. Two more weeks and Mrs. Mogul becomes a New York blog.

















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