In which Boomama goes to the beach and I find myself insanely jealous

Boomama is going to the beach.

I want to go to climb in her suitcase.

I haven't seen the ocean since August 9, 1998 - it's been almost 10 years! I know the date, because that is the day I left the Mediterrean Coast of Spain and flew back to land-locked Oklahoma, where my husband met me at the airport, proposed, and begged me to never go that far away from him again. While I am thrilled to comply, I miss the ocean.

Of course, I've reached the point in this pregnancy that animal rescue would probably show up to free Willy if I was sighted on the beach. And then there's the matter of getting up and down to keep my children from going in the drink. And then there the fact that there are not usually real bathrooms at the beach, and I need one every 36 seconds. And that there are no airlines that would allow me to fly to Florida this week, lest I deliver at 35000 feet.

So, I guess it's Oklahoma for me - but folks, I plan to see the ocean again sometime in the next 10 years!