It could have been worse
Remember just a few days ago I was bellyaching about being more “adult” and looking for a grown-up bag.

Well, who do you think woke up early on Saturday morning – decked out in braids – to hit the New England Pirate Museum in Salem?





I’ll give you a hint – it wasn’t Deeps.

We did a little day trip to Salem. We left early because – you know, that’s what we do. The drive was pretty quick (less than an hour) and we parked at the lot next to the Peabody Essex Museum.

Despite the weird layout – the museum is comprised of several old buildings connected to new ones – the museum had great exhibits and we spent well over two hours scouring the place. Then we had lunch and headed to the Pirate Museum.

It should be noted that I would always call it “The Pie-Rate Museum, argh!” In the end, we didn’t actually go in because it looked so bad from the outside, we thought it was a better idea to stroll around.





This is where I fell down on the job. I sort of expected spending the day inside museums, therefore I wasn’t as rigorous with my sunscreen application.

We strolled out to the pier, walked by The Friendship – a replica of an old boat from the days of the spice trade, wandered down to the House of Seven Gables, hit Cap’n Dusty’s Ice-Cream-O-Rama, and then wandered back through the town center where we beheld the controversial Bewitched town statue (courtesy of TVLand).





When I got home last night, I was very, very very lobstery around my face and neck and chest (thanks to the v-neck!). This morning it isn’t too bad. But the lesson here is – don’t forget the sunscreen.