Good Lord, This is Getting Painful

As if there aren't enough seagulls on the beach, now they are stuck on my parent's siding. I sit here quite frequently. This is where we are not supposed to fish. Another one of my mom's witty stones. Oh, this is when I fell down and twisted my ankle on their lush Rose of Sharon, hence the perspective. I abhor uploading. Blogger should allow one to do more than five measly pictures at a time. Here are some more pictures.