Puerto Rico,
You lovely island . . .
Island of tropical breezes.
Always the pineapples growing,
Always the coffee blossoms blowing . . .
~West Side Story
Is that true about Puerto Rico? I’ve no idea. But I’m going to find out.
I’ll be back in a few days. Feel free to use the comment section for lurid propositions and dangerous rough-housing.
PS. Burglars? My house will be protected by my large, bohemian father who is frighteningly unpredictable and likes to shoot things for fun.
And yes. That really is my father. And yes. He really will kill all of you.
PS. So far there’s only one real bid on my child’s quilted-vibrator-for-charity-art-piece. Really? You guys are going to let Oh My Stinkin Heck walk away with this gem for 5 bucks? Shocking.
Comment of the day: You suck. Don’t have fun. ~ Immoral Matriarch