Mantra of the happy husband

'Whatever you wanna do baby.'

instinct ... honesty ... divorce

The couple was standing close, holding each other beside a lake. Sunset shimmered in vibrant colors. Tears were welling in Shannon's eyes.
Then Pavlov's bell rang. Mike's hand had instinctively drew his Blackberry on the first vibration.
"You love that thing more than me," Shannon sobbed.
"Well, it is more useful."

Enough mobile blogging

The young man below is moving into position for a Canopener, a reliable choice off the diving board if your sum is to soak Mom, the lifeguard or anyone else who looks dry.
This CO was good enough to edib my pool-blogging ass back to the guard shack.