Hi, friends and readers:
I’m not a huge fan of tattoos. I mean, what if your taste changes five years after you’re inked? Then you’re stuck with the damned things, right? Or you have to pay a huge amount of money to have them removed. And your skin never looks the same afterward.
Maybe that’s what is running through the young man’s mind who appears at left.
I don’t know his name; he’s a fashion model from Great Britain, I believe. He certainly is handsome, but he doesn’t look happy. Is his boyfriend mad at him? Is he due for a spanking?
I had far too much to drink last night. My dinner party went on and on. All four guests ended up spending the night here. (Thank God for the fold-out love seat …) Now I’m up and I’ve finished breakfast, but my head is pounding. (Get to work, Advil …) When will I learn?
Last night was fun, though. Dinner turned out well and the wine flowed. So did conversation. The guys were funny, the girls sweet. We walked to the beach for sunset, and after dinner we sat on a bench at the Intracoastal Waterway, enjoying the breeze. I think it was a successful evening, but now I’m ready for a little quiet time. Quiet’s good, isn’t it?
I hope all my friends in North Carolina survived the storm intact. Hurricanes are never fun, I know. I’ve endured more than my share. Be patient, the power company will restore service soon, and all will be well. Sometimes, Mother Nature has to kick a little butt, you know.
Have a nice Sunday, everyone.