On December 29, I'm sporting the new black running shorts Sarah and the girls got me for Christmas with one of my spiffy new UGA Tee-shirts.
My bare feet are resting on Goddess who's snoring under the table.
Listening to "The Boat Drunks" ... my new favorite band ... I've conducted an inspection and, for the most part, everything's okay.
Yeah ... what used to be grass is now weeds but ... HEY! They're green weeds!
The orange Hibiscus is still in bloom ... so are the purple Petunias ... and the red whatever-it-is ... and all of the green stuff is still green!
A squirrel has mistaken one of the deck chairs as a lover and ... well ... it was apparently rough sex because the deck chair is ripped to Hell and the squirrel is obviously a scoundrel.
Seagulls are squawking New Year greetings, the ocean roars in the distance, and the Palm Tree with the oyster eyes, coconut bra has ripped off her grass skirt and is flashing me a full frontal.
Sex on the beach ... I thought it was a drink ... or what Sarah and I occasionally do.
Regardless ... it's nice to be outside ... in bare feet ... as the year draws to a close.
Gypsy the formerly gender-confused-cat is trying to get out here with me but it's not going to happen ... so he's doing a pole dance on the sliding glass doors.
Winston, The Little Gay Dog, is ... I have no idea where he is and I don't really care.
It's just a nice day to be here.
You know what I mean?
