Last morning, and I decided that I would go all the way to Atlantic City before I headed home.
First up though was a short walk with Nora to Brown's. The story is that my mother walked over there every morning for two cinnamon donuts - warm out of the cooker. So, there we were at the 7 am opening.
They were a little late opening, and there was a line of 10 in front of us, but it was worth the wait!
Then off to AC. Nora asked what proof I would bring back. If this wasn't good enough...
then there was this house, which screamed tacky, which is how I picture AC.
All weekend, I have been threatening to get a tattoo, though I don't know why it is on my mind, and I was mostly kidding. Probably good that there aren't any tattoo parlors in Ocean City, NJ. But, my aunt, and the other two guests have been egging me on, even giving me a coupon for 10% off. And, there it was, at exactly, well, within .01 miles of the 10 mile turn around - the point I had decided would be enough for the day.
It was meant to be! Or, thank goodness it was closed, even the entrance around the side. :)