You heard me. I’m heading south again. I’m like a bird. Only it’s not winter, it’s spring. Officially today, I think. Right? It sure as hell doesn’t feel like spring. It’s 34 degrees outside. So, anyway, I’ve just returned from Texas only to hop in the car on Friday and head down to Florida. I have a thing for Florida. I like it. It’s sunny. And warm. And the only thing required of me is to stumble from my condo to the pool to the beach and back again, cocktailing it all along the way (after 4 p.m., of course) (okay, noon. Who’s counting).
Hopefully, this trip we won’t encounter dump trucks full of cows again. Although, it was amusing. So, maybe we hope for the dump trucks full of cows. I’ll be sure to take some pictures and update along the way. That is, if I can scam some wifi from the guy who lives upstairs. Did I say that? I mean borrow, with gratitude, wifi from the guy who lives upstairs.
I have eyestrain because BlogMad is in double credit clicking mode tonight and tomorrow. I’ve come across a lot of blogs I’ve never read before. The only problem is (and I’m sure some of you won’t consider this a problem) that BlogMad’s categories are pretty loose, as in, anything with cursing in it (hello!) or containing, say, photographs of skinny blonds with their legs spread who use their manicured fingers to be sure you can get a good look at what they want to show you, are all in the 18+ category. Some of these things come up on my screen and I freak out and click crazily for the minimize box and look around all worried, like someone might have seen me. Which they very well may have, as I sit near a window and anyone walking by can peek in and see what I’m doing.
That’s all. I’m not leaving until Friday, but I wanted to prepare you all for the possibility that I might, in a few short days, be too drunk busy to post much.
I don’t generally care for Florida much, I’m more of a trees and mountains kind of guy. However, my son and I just spent a week in Key West and it was absolute heaven, I can’t wait to get back.
Yes, Key West is fantastic. That’s where I spent my honeymoon. Or, should I say, spent all the cash I got for my wedding? On lobster tails and shrimp and funky clothes. Well, not ALL the money.
Come on Viki that’s nothing to be ashamed of. If you are getting all hot and bothered with manicured fingernails showing you the goods, all that means is you are very able to relate to a whole (pardon the expression) bunch of people.
Have fun down south! Oops, another pun.
Oh, fine. I love the goddamn porn. Okay? Jeez.
heh.
I just don’t want my neighbors to walk by, say, with their children on an after-dinner walk or something and peek in my window and say “Oh, my, what is that Viki is looking at? Oh, my! She’s looking at a shaved crotch!”