Wordless Wednesday

We started the week off on the right foot when Emma decided that she’d rather dress for the Italian Riviera than Northern New Jersey. I told her that her chances of running into Snooki were far greater than the likelihood of meeting Kate Moss, but she was undeterred. Childhood innocence is a wonderful thing.

Soon after arriving, we stripped down to our birthday suits. Did I tell you that we’re nudists? We are. Well, this week we became nudists for the first time. I think everyone was pretty Zen with the idea. Maybe Sam was a little freaked out.

As part of our colony, we make sure that mind, body, and spirit are in full communication. Which means activating all of our Chakras through foot massage and lymphatic drainage. It really works.

Corn shucking goes twice as fast when you have no pesky clothes for the corn silk to adhere to. Just brush it off and continue with your day. Life-changing, really. Nudism could speed up all kinds of activities, from lawn-mowing to dog hair brushing. 

But I have to say that by far, my favorite nude activity is sunset drinks on the boat. While it’s great to be nude on our own property, it’s even better to spread the word about nudism with the broader lake community. Passing other boats gives me such a thrill – the cheers from the other passengers confirms that our lifestyle is something that people accept and support. It feels great to be loved.

Since I ran out of photos that make me look nude, I figured the cat was out of the bag. We’re not nudists. Just regular old people unfortunately. We have dogs who pose like they’re having their portrait taken.

We participate in fully clothed water sports. That’s Grandpa out there on the single trick ski. Thank God we’re not nudists as that would have been really uncomfortable to watch.

You could probably tell from reading this blog that we eat. serious. food. Other than that horrible Scotch egg from the last post. We’re totally normal people with massive appetites for organic, farm-fresh, delicious food. And junky salt and vinegar chips.
This was a week in meals. Not all of our vacation meals, clearly, but a few of my favorites.

We also bake serious cakes. Well simple cakes that are made with serious effort. This cake, made for Emma’s birthday last week, maxes out my baking capabilities. Fortunately the cake was saved by my 5-year old who art-directed the decorations and has a talent for making marshmallow, sprinkle-filled hearts.

Yup, just regular old people. We drink wine.

We roast marshmallows.

And of course, we sob when vacation is over.
So enjoy the first week of September everyone. Keep your summer memories close. Because there are only 268 days until Memorial Day 2014. Start counting them down!