Misty of Chincoteague

Yes, it's another vacation story - with the Zeitoun's. On our vacations we hand out the Big Baby Award. Seems like I get it a lot. Robert has gotten it and so has Cara. I can't remember Stephanie getting it but she must have. As for Betsy, she thinks it's hilarious when one of us falls apart. I get it a lot because I like to make it known how I feel. If I'm not enjoying myself shouldn't everyone know about it? These things happen on all of our vacations but there is something about being with my sister that just brings them out in me. Maybe it's because she always planned these outings when the temperature was over 100 degrees and the humidity was always around 99%. This particular event involved a trip to see the wild ponies. Was it Chincoteague? I don't remember. All I knew was it was hot and you weren't allowed to feed the ponies. Dumb rule. We did get to see them and it was neat to think that they still run free. That wasn't the problem. The problem started when we hit the beach. If it's 100 degrees outside that means the sand under your feet is 200 degrees. I must have had bare feet. They were on fire and I was getting pissed. She kept walking and it seemed no end was in sight. I don't even remember where Betsy was at this point. Was I pushing her? Was Robert there? I stopped, turned around and went back to the van. Cara says she heard me bitching about the stupid heat and burning sand but again, I don't remember. I got in the van, turned on the air and drove around the area. My anger subsided and I pretended that it never happened. Maybe it didn't happen. Oh yeah, it happened. Just ask any member of my family.