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We got back into town yesterday afternoon. After doing a lot of extensive unpacking, both last night and today, I have come to the somewhat inescapable conclusion that I left my swimsuit in a cute little beach-house somewhere on the Outer Banks. I say "somewhat inescapable" because I still haven't unpacked Henry's box of toys, which is an unlikely location for a reasonable adult to shove a probably still damp swimsuit, however, you never know what you'll be driven to do in the throes of packing up your belongings at the end of a very relaxing week. I'm not too bummed out about leaving the suit behind because it was a little too big on me and so one of the bra cups had a tendency to ride on up and out which is not a great characteristic for an article of clothing to have. On the other hand, it did just occur to me that after a week spent eating food that was either: 1. BBQ'ed; 2. steamed and served with half a stick of melted butter; 3. fried into oblivion; or 4. not a vegetable, it would probably now fit me beautifully. Alas.

At least I have a box of chocolate fudge with walnuts in it to cheer me up.