A search for sunken treasure

This rapidly seems to be becoming a new tradition for Amanda and I; ending a hangout out at the beach by practicing our dives off the pier. I must confess that I also try to sneak in a few cannonballs as well, even if I do get disapproving looks from Amanda.

Not tonight though. On this occasion she was far more concerned about trying to find her sunglasses that she'd forgotten to take off when she dived in.

I mean, considering it was full on darkness, I don't know why anyone would need to be wearing sunglasses. I can't really call her out on it though; I have my cute little bowtie that I wear all of the time, and she has her sunglasses. I suppose, sometimes it's just nice to have a signature item that you make your own.

Anyway, I couldn't hang around to help her search the seabed to see where they had settled as I had to be getting off to entirely different bed of my own. Namely, the one I snuggle up in for a peaceful night's rest. 

But I'm sure she has multiple pairs that she can pick from so presumably it won't be a major disaster if she loses one pair. Or maybe I am incorrectly projecting my tendency to buy a bunch of matching red t-shirts and what have you, and then just randomly pluck one from the clean washing pile when I get dressed in the morning.