Hammered had a different connotations in my twenties and thirties. Now that I am forty, being hammered has entailed waves and a flu virus.
Last year, Sexy Neck received the gift of a pair of ripped shorts courtesy of the waves in Waimea Bay.
Today, Waimea Bay gave Sexy Neck the gift of a shirt and face full of sand.
Here are Papa and Sexy-Neck surveying the surf pre-hammering.
And after. (He is happy the waves didn’t take his sun glasses!)
The wee boys had an incredible morning of boogie boarding. I guess it is easier to ride a board then stand in a wave.
Even OC got into the waves, but I only managed thus post-water shot.
We are recovering from getting hammered with the flu this week.
And this is the only hammering we hope to have during this spring break.
Riding the waves.
In the water.
Recovering from illness.
Rejoicing in health.
Sand up your shorts.
Sun on your face.