While Bashful was on vacation with mom/dad at Tybee Island, he had the best of time. Do you remember that little breakfast place that mom/dad liked so much called The Breakfast Club? Well, Bashful fell in love with it as well. He wanted to get a job there so he could stay on the island forever. He went for an interview but well he didn’t talk too much and there really wasn’t a need for a traveling international stone so he didn’t get the busboy job – darn.
So instead he overlooked the kitchen help at the grill as they prepared mom/dad’s meal the last morning they were on vacation. Don’t let his stoic look fool you. He was worse than Gordon Ramsey from Hell’s Kitchen to those workers at the grill – snorts. But he finally did whip them into shape and mom/dad got their wonderfully delicious breakfast. It was a sad breakfast knowing it would be some time before their next return.
After that heavenly breakfast, everyone decided to walk down the streets of Tybee one more time for memories sake.
Bashful got a little freaked out when he saw this picture of a shark on the side of the building.
Heck, he rolled like an avalanche back into mom’s pocket so fast that her shorts almost fell down – now that would have been a sight!
But Bashful didn’t have anything to fear – it was just a giant shark advertising a business. A business that I might add had some wonderful trinkets and fun things in it from the beach.
Yep, that mom of mine – she likes to shop – snorts.
And of course, no good-bye is complete without walking down the pier and telling the ocean farewell.
Bashful went a little too far though. He threatened to jump if mom/dad didn’t stay just one more day longer on their trip. Well heck, what could they do? They couldn’t have Bashful jumping off the pier – he can’t swim! He sinks… like the Titanic. The poor thing – I never taught him a fundamental important thing like swimming. And mom, she couldn’t go in after him, she can’t swim either!
So, they had to do what they had to do. Stay one more night. Way to go Bashful. I wonder if I threaten to jump off the couch, would I get my way in anything? hhhmm – I’m off to practice before mom gets home 🙂