During the 2nd quarter of the Super Bowl, I dragged Jason away from the tv (mean wife, I know) and we went for a quick trip to the beach. We needed to walk off the nachos we ate for dinner and I was tired of policing the commercial breaks. We were home by the 3rd quarter, and in the span of an hour, we watched a pod of orcas swim by and then two seals came right up close to the beach (probably hiding from the orcas). Truman has a new word in his vocabulary. Whale. (Not Madonna).