A weeks vacation and nothing to do…
but sit on the beach. Tough life, but someone has to do it. I do have to hang a towel ring next to the Master vanity, but that should take all of ten minutes. I guess I could get out in the back yard and brush hog the tall bahia that has grown out back to waist high near an abandoned shed that i should also tear down. But it is near 75°F and sunny already, and I hear the white sands and fiddler crabs serenading me. Decisions, decisions…
April 2nd, 2007 at 10:38 am
have you considered taking a shower?
April 2nd, 2007 at 11:05 am
Smell me from there, can you? I figured the marshy smell of low tide would mask my pungency.
April 2nd, 2007 at 6:09 pm
oh. i thought that marshy smell of low tide WAS you.