Sand Everywhere

I believe in snacks.
I believe in beaches.
I do not believe they should co-exist.

But sometimes, in the name of fun, friendship, and an overly ambitious picnic blanket, we try.

Mistake #1: Croissants

They flake. The wind knows this.
One gust and suddenly you're wearing your breakfast like a buttery scarf.
Mini Blue cried when the almond one was lost to a rogue dune.
I whispered, “It was too beautiful for this world.”

Mistake #2: Cheese

Soft cheese.
Midday sun.
Do I need to finish this sentence?

Pandy suggested a cooler. I said I packed one. I meant “emotional cooler,” which turns out does not preserve dairy.

Mistake #3: Anything with a Wrapper

Crinkle.
Crinkle louder.
Now every seagull on the Pacific Rim knows you have snacks.

One tried to barter a pebble for my snack bar. I respect the hustle.

Unexpected Win: Frozen Grapes

Turns out, if you keep them in a double-wrapped towel inside a sand bucket, they stay cool and make you feel like a very fancy seal.

Mini Blue gave them 8 out of 8 tentacles.

Emotional Debrief

Sand is nature’s glitter. It finds a way into everything—snacks, paws, your inner sense of peace.

Still, I regret nothing.
(Except maybe the jam-filled cookies.)

Next time I’ll bring only sealed snacks, pre-washed fruit, and a croissant decoy to sacrifice to the wind gods.

Beach Tip: If your snack hits the sand, you have 3 seconds to decide—clean save, dramatic farewell, or justified denial. Choose wisely.