Hi! I’m glad you’re here. And you’re on time – even better yet! Not many of my appointments are so timely. Why don’t you grab a spot on that couch over there? Make yourself comfortable, I know it’s been a long cold and snowy winter for most of you. And for those of you who follow the Saints, well, grab yourself an extra pillow and let yourself go.
Comfy? Good. I want you to click on the link I’m going to provide you, then lay back, close your eyes, and dream of white sand, and palm trees, and azure skies, and tourqoise waters. The air is warm and damp. The sun is a broiler, but that’s OK, you’re under a coral and white beach umbrella with the sounds of The Sandals playing soft in the distance. A boat drink is melting in your hand. Life as you know it is very, very far away. All there is, is you, the sand, the sun, and the surf. Don’t worry about that girl over there to your left in the white bikini, you can’t have her, neither can you afford her. She’s beyond your league, Jack…
Not a beach guy. Not a sandals guy. Like the salt air and the waves, though. If I could be beamed to a recliner there, I might go for it. Might go for the lovely girl in the white bikini, too, if I could get 7 or 8 of you to hold the wife back. Warning: She’s meaner than she looks and she doesn’t fight fair. 🙂
Comment by Rob — February 27, 2011 @ 9:39 am
As Dennis Quaid said in “The Big Easy” – “that’s women for you, cherie, never satisfied.”
Jana?
Comment by The Great White Shank — February 27, 2011 @ 7:30 pm
well, duh?????? As far as I am concerned there isn’t a man rich enough to afford me or smart enough to know when to shut up.
Comment by Jana — February 28, 2011 @ 6:53 am