Whaddup on a perfect Tuesday afternoon? As I kick back, all comfy in my Adirondack chair in the yard, watching hotties in the waves through my granny’s binocs that she left on her last trip to see her fave granddaughter, I’m reminded me of the sweet, sweet, smell of victory—as scrumptious as a whiff of my neighbor’s bacon cookin’ on his George Foreman grill—curbside on his porch.
Knock me sideways, Georgie, as you cook up one more heart attack on a plate for old Joey of the Sea. Can I get a wink and a smile, Bermuda shorts Joey, as you pack up bacon-on-a-biscuit to head for another day of glorious retirement with your pontoon, Tom Clancy, and a stray fishing pole? Oh, to be 70 and still kicking.
As for this girl, I’m suiting up tonight for The Championship Game! It’s gonna be a banner year. Come on down to the Civic Auditorium tonight, grab yo’self some popcorn and a Coke, and settle in for a killer game (7:30 PM). Go Dawgs!!
I upload a B&W pic of my neighbor’s serving hand beside his food, killer grill, and a palm tree or two in the background to go with my blog. It’s Fire!