Life's a beach and then you fry

In case you didn't get enough beachin' the first time around, this time we bring you it to you salt-water-style. Tuesday all of us O'Neals took Uncle Chrissy and Aunt Jean to Rehoboth Beach. We can all sit around and pretend that it was to play in the glorious weather and infinitely-long sandy beach full of rocks and seashells...


... or to sit around and enjoy the views of the sand, the surf, or the insides of one's eyelids...


... or to get a spy's-eye view of That O'Neal Family frolicking together...


... but it would all be a lie, because we know that, in secret, the real reason we went to the beach was to ensure our newest brewmaster Uncle Chrissy made his pilgrimage to his own personal beer mecca, Dogfish Head Brewery.


Oh, and I guess there was the sand and the ocean and the playing, too.



**note: read Jean's account of our trip here, including a not-to-be-missed comparison of a beer-enjoying Chris vs an ice-cream-enjoying Isaac.