I'd planned to be blogging regularly from vacation, but dudes, the place I'm staying has a dial-up connection. At this very moment, I am blocking incoming calls to a relative's house. So...it's lame. I'm back down by my in-laws' part of Florida, where they have the "Save a Fish, Eat a Cooter" t-shirts, where there's a U-Kill-Em do-it-yourself pest control store, and where there is a furniture store called Badcock. I'm going to try to get a picture of it this time. "Badcock! No biscuit!"
Have been to a small beach at the Gulf of Mexico, not very spring-breaky. Although there were six college boys in board shorts playing football on the beach, one with a nice build and five scrawny guys. (One was a dead ringer for Screech of "Saved by the Bell.") Anyway, shirtless guys wrestling each other to the sand? Is it just me or is that vaguely homoerotic?
Sorry the word-verification thing is back. I turned it off to see if the internet's miscreants would leave me be, but the spambots leave more comments than my lovely readers, so you're back to having to type in things like frkjnqww.
Time for dinner. Toodles, dears!