"Here, you'll wear my momma's hoop skirt!"

"Here, you'll wear my momma's hoop skirt!"

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Aunt Cardie introduced me to the movie Shag many, many years ago. We watched it once and then I had it going on repeat well...long enough to remember every line and song to this day. I still haven't mastered the art of the shag dance but I'll just stick with the singing. 

So, being almost 3 hours away from Myrtle Beach warranted a trip for sure!

Besides maybe the beach, nothing looked remotely like what I watched on the movie a thousand times but that was a little over 28 years ago so I'm not surprised that a lot has changed. While I am not a huge fan of summers in the south, we might just have to come back when it is alive and hopping. Late October isn't exactly the most lively time of the year. 

We took a walk for about an hour along the beach (shark's teeth hunting was definitely popular!) and then drove up the main strip full of restaurants, hotels, and shops. After lunch we took another drive around the nearby neighborhoods and found a small development full of the most bright and colorful houses. I tried to capture a few on camera but the pictures don't do the experience justice. We are used to neighborhoods that have many shades of off white but this one clearly welcomed the whole spectrum of the rainbow - with in reason of course. I would have definitely opted for white shutters but it looked like you were only allowed black. Womp. 

Phoebe lost her mind on the beach and rolled in so much sand she had about a 1/4 cup of sand in her ears that we cleaned out today. She had a great time and passed out hard on the way home. 

Thanks to some traffic, we got home a little later than expected and took Phoebe on a run around the dog park. A few days ago I tried kicking her tennis ball and it flew over the fence and into the bushes nearby. I tried to get it but the snarl of thorny limbs made me quit before even starting. My mom took a try so that we could have two play toys on hand because Phoebe is really good at chasing but really bad at returning the ball. So basically my mom and I play catch with each other while Phoebe runs in between. Attached to the fence at this dog park is a cat litter scooper so my mom took it, braced herself between the fence and bushes and dug around to get the ball. As she was leaning in to scoop it, she lost her balance and fell face first into the dirt. I gasped and held in my escaping laughter (I'm the worst!) until I knew she was okay. She paused a little too long and I called to her from the other side of the fence. She slowly got up and had a forehead full of dirt. I pinched my lips together and softly dusted off her face and eyes. I fully expected her to give up but she turned around and launched her arm into the thorny bushes and retrieved the ball. She did it! Once safely inside the dog park, I hugged her and started to shake with laughter. She broke out into laughter too and Phoebe stood in the corner wondering why in the heck we weren't throwing the ball for her. Yep, this is us.

Myrtle Beach photos sans face plant below.

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Quote in title from character Luanne from Shag the movie.

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