But I am a Jersey Girl.

Yes. I am. I get an electric spark when I hear Bruce Springsteen. I can pull out some language that would make a sailor blush (when extremely agitated)…. and feel at home at the beach.

I have long since moved from the garden state…. but feel at home here in LBI.

Want to see what I see??

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Come and take a look.

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The cowboy is in his glory here. He had told me for weeks that he would not share his 2 new bucket and SHOBELS…..

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(notice… alone with the sand toys)

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But has since forgotten that mantra and exchanged it with :

“I share wiff my friends, my mommy!.” Good boy.

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I am here at the gracious invitation of my life-long friend and adopted sister ( not legally, but spiritually) and am having a great time. Here is her 3 year old jumping into the sand pit with the cowboy.

I miss my D terribly and love him so much for packing us off for a girls mini-vacation at the Jersey Shore.

Say sha-la-la-la-la…………………

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