Feet on the Rocks

No, not sex on the beach...feet on the rocks.
Yes, there's a story to this picture. You see, the girls and I have been on both coasts this year. Earlier this summer we were in California, on the beach, and took the classic shot of our bare feet in the sand. So...needless to say, we had to do the obligatory shot marking the time on the east coast. Sorry, too cool and rocky for bare tootsies. And since our friend Wanda (who was behind the original shot) could not be with us, it seemed a cool way to tell her we were thinking of her.

In case you wonder, it's Sally, me, and Evelyn clockwise from 12 o'clock.
Yes, the three musketeers you saw 'lifting spirits' in a prior post.

In case I haven't mentioned it, I love these gals. They're like sisters to me. And if we're sisters, then I'm technically a great aunt now since Sally's daughter just had a baby girl last week. Hey, can't be an aunt unless you have a sister or brother and I have neither biologically. But, as we say in our group, after the age of twenty you should be allowed to adopt your family. And if that's the case, I have a dozen sisters, a load of nieces and nephews, and a couple of additional moms. Not a bad deal in my book.