Endless Summer, yes … Speedo, NNNOOOOOO …
Big Louie, you gotta talk to that Louie-Louie Lad of mine. I know the trees have to change, the leaves turn and the winds blow. I know he has to get that snow-blower in shape because he so loves to toss the white stuff 50 feet in the wrong direction (but he has such fun doing it) … and the fireplace is certainly cozy.
But he seems to forget that he IS summer, at least around this house. He smiles and the sun comes out on the stormiest day. He laughs and the wind becomes a soft breeze just touching the corners of things. He puts his arm around me … and the rest of the world goes far away.
Don’t even think it, ladies. I’m Polish and we do not give up our rights. But a Speedo? Not gonna happen …
I will let you all know the results of our “discussion” when we return from vacation. Hey, if he can wear that damned Speedo, I CAN GO TOPLESS …
DICKIE QUICKIE:
CALM DOWN GUYS. W.W. TOPLESS IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.
SEE YA IN A WEEK OR SO.
“CALM DOWN GUYS. W.W. TOPLESS IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.”
But think of the increase in hits to the blog!