It’s My (Beach) Party and I’ll (Walk Around In A Bikini) If I Want To.

Who wants to hear about working overtime and headaches and fatigue?
No?  Good, I don’t feel like writing about those things right now.
Who likes theme parties and photos and photos of theme parties?
OMG, so do I!  Let’s talk about those instead.
So, the husband, who is currently enjoying what he calls “funemployment,” recently decided to throw a beach party at our place.  The resulting soiree was a success, with a “mystery punch,” tiki torches, and plenty of props:

Everyone’s interpretation of “beach wear” was slightly different, which made for some damn good photo ops.

See?  We are not letting summer go without a fight.