First, I didn't really wanna come.
Then, I got made to.....come. *smirk*
Then, we got here and I have a broke leg.
Next, we opened up the balcony door and listened to the oshun (sp?)
Then, all the wimmen and my brother-in-law, Wayne, got in their swim-suits (in diffr'nt rooms!)
I didn't bring my trunks, on accounta I knew I'd get stuck in the sand with this boot on, and wouldn't be able to do nothing but pivot in one place with my good leg while gettin' laughed at!
So, I stayed in this room and worked on the pooter writing this blog.
Then, the next thing what happened, was I talked to Wayne in our bedroom about how much he misses his Betty and how glad the rest of us were that he decided to come with us, even though "Bett" wasn't here.
Unbeknownded to me, this trip has been made (off and on) for 20(!) years, and the trip always began and ended with a prayer by "Bett" for God to keep them all safe.
So when we got down here, we figgered "Bett" was watching over us in SPIRIT, if not in person.
Anyway, these night-time just before-bed talks with Wayne continued every night, and he talked about his "Bett" and how she used to be with him at drag races, and how they won many, MANY trophies roller-skate dancing.
I wisht I coulda seen that, I bet they were graceful as heck! And I am glad they had a great marriage and raised 3 beautiful daughters: Gwen, Susan and Lisa.
Next, today, (Wendsday), Pat (my "niece-in-law") and our friend Carol (which I will describe by name in one of the pitchers I brought for show'n tell) left to go back home, on accounta Pat fixes people's hair for a ing and her cliants would be sad if they missed their 'pointments on accounta Pat didn't come home to work on their head every Thursday, Fryday and Saturday.
So, the rest of us: Me, Wayne, Ramnona and Dondra (the last 3 being brothels and sistren) are still here and will be leaving on Fryday, and D has to work Fryday night which means she is gonna be tired 'n stuff.
But, I wanted to turne this report in now, on accounta I don't know if I'll 'member everything when we get home on Fryday or not.
Here's the pitchers: (Courtesy of my steady girlfriend, "D")
This is the "crew"
(seated on left is me, Billy. Seated on right is Wayne. In back, from left to right, are D., Pat, Carol and Ramona.
Waves and seagle: D named him "Jonathan Livingston".
And that's what I did (am doing) on my vacation.
For the animals and "The Shelter Challenge":