Why I Hate Being an Adult

Have been vacationing recently with the family on Emerald Isle, NC.  It is easily the most beautiful beach I’ve visited on the Atlantic coast, but why can’t I enjoy it without my first thought being, "Insurance here must be astronomical"?

What’s the first thing out of the kids’ mouths?  "Cool, look how wide the beach is…we can build a ton of sand castles" and, "The waves here are massive!"

I hate being an adult.  Especially since I have to carry the boat, chairs, tent  and other crap across the really cool, wide beach.


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