We found this sea creature off the coast of the Delmarva Peninsula.

Shortly thereafter, Della lost her footing and got all wet. She cried at first, but soon she was remarking cheerfully that some of the water got in her mouth, and it was salty, and it tasted good.

This inspired George to want to get wet also.

Or at least naked.

Here I am again wearing my Canadian Tuxedo. After wasting a lot of time experimenting with different styles and materials of clothing, heretofore I will be rocking nothing but head-to-toe denim.

The next day: sunny.