We were at a potluck at our friend's site the other night. There must've been a dozen adults and almost that many kids. Dad, who is a bit hard of hearing, was talking to Mags, a lovely Irish woman who is married to Mark, an old friend from Douglaston.
Mags says to Dad," I'm a speech therapist."
Dad says," You're a beach therapist!?"
That's what I want to be when I grow up...
[ps. had someone take this shot of Group W today @ the beach...we're growing on each other.]