All right, all you Louie Louie Lasses … the wave, please, for the lady with guts and now the glory. Yea, Diana Nyad!
As for the Lad … he really does not know what bumps in the road are, and I am seriously considering showing him. But that would cut into my enjoyment of being his lass of choice, so … maybe next year …
At least I know one thing: ain’t a Louie Louie Lass alive who prefers texting to sex. Not on our watch, thank you …
I expect all of you lasses to keep the home fires burning (and I do mean burning) while I take the lad of my choice away for a few days. I don’t know what, if anything, we will accomplish out there, but it will be fun.
He is learning a new laptop, cursing all the while, so don’t expect real miracles from His Own Bad Self. But there is always a miracle around the corner … if he can find the corner …