I was there too! You probably didn't notice, though. I snuck in behind Yoyo and Olive to make sure they didn't get too sassy.
I was that old white-haired lady in the baggy hand-knit black woolen one-piece down to my knees--the one catching spawning trout with my claws.
You know--your wife kept saying: "Oh look at that poor ravenous old lady...do you think it would be safe to feed her?" But you didn't pay any attention because Olive and Yoyo were just then rearranging their bikini straps so that they would get tans in uncommon places.
But hey! That's OK. We were all there, really. Cades was actually one of the most strutting of the beach bunnies. She's just too shy to say.
