Life's a Beach and Then it's Fall

Apparently, when you live in the South on the coast, you vacation at the beach in the Fall, a term I use loosely. The instruction manual clearly mandates that you avoid the beach all summer thereby avoiding the heat, humidity and annoying beach crowds. (I need to work on embracing tourism.) I use the term fall loosely because Fall in the lowcountry makes it debut the end of November, if we're lucky and makes it exit around mid-December. Then we have "Winter", another loose term, which picks up where Fall left off and leaves end of February. That's Charleston weather 101. So, here we are, last week of September, at the beach. Guess what? It's delightful. I don't have to contend with crowds or my Jew-fro (humidity has significantly decreased) or fight with CityCrab over the internal temperature. CityBaby has quickly become accustomed to beach in the morning and pool in the afternoon and I have found my inner relaxation button and turned it on. Plus, I am now a skinnygirl sangria expert. It's so light & refreshing, you can drink it all day.