from the first day in florida.......
the plane's lack of air pressure made this bag i bought only hours before expand to new sizes. i was sure it was going to explode all over the "gangero" next to me. it didn't. but it sure gave me the gastrointestinal kick i needed. even then i couldn't go. so i spent the rest of the flight farting loudly every 10 minutes or so and pretending it wasn't me. as soon as we hit the ride i let a nice long one go and pops got the cue and dropped the top in the airport parking lot.
from the plane into the pool... the ride from the airport in the Mercedes drop-top was spicy. there was no wind noise killing the conversation (or arguement if you're not in my family). the only thing that blew was the goddamn florida humidity. in 3 days time i'll be used to the stickyness... or "warm hug the air gives you" if you're my ladyness.
here's a (almost) nice 16 second exposure i did on the patio deck during dinner. we had chicken and veggie shiksa-bobs made on the grill.i originally was trying to get images of the most loved personality of the house drink water from the pool with paws submerged. but raymond the 4th born (compared to my first) would not
cooperate.i know i have some tough competition. the old man peppers in as many raymond anecdotes as he can in every conversation. the cat's great and all but the stuff my dad spews is borderline evangelical. i think he might fly a plane into a building just for this cat. and maybe, just maybe possibly even pay for inpatient rehab for a catnip addiction.
speaking of the old man. he got his first tattoo last year, works out a bunch and loves his sirus satellite radio. he laughed when i said kid rock was date rape music.
this picture does him no justice. the man is fucking fit for any male, let alone a 54 year old.
last time i was down we had a mini ironman competion. it was who can climb up the front of his boat using just the um thing on the front.... i dunno that many nautical terms. he's a dictionary. it's this metal loop that you put a rope thru. the point is it's just in arms reach from the water and you can only fit one big finger in it. so it's all upper body strength that gets you up to the tall ass bow of the bought from the water. then he pretty much kicked my ass so i had to match him. we each went up 7 or 8 times.
i t was great.
we plan on playing tennis, golf, shoot guns at the range and guess who's the jew. oh wait we're not in NYC so that's a bit hard. here it's guess who hates the (insert group here)
posted by Bacon Phat @ 9:52 PM
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