What on earth is better than golden, delicious marshmallows and steak cooked on a stick over coals with the beach at your back and sand pouring into your boots (probably not my wisest fashion choice)??
Nada. Nothin. Zip. Zero. Zilch.
Once will not be enough. I say this needs to be a pretty frequent occurrence.
p.s. don't judge me or my hair. the humid air turned it into quite the frizz-fest.
p.s.s. did I just say "zilch"?