Yeah? Sod off you smug bugger. Go gloat somewhere else. You make me SICK with your high-sea meanderings. I hope the next fish you haul up causes your boat to rock violently, thus inducing a margarita-induced vomit of even MORE violent proportions.
Signed, kambuckta…who is cold and miserable in her dining room in wintery Melbourne.
Just remember that if you decide to have a few little ones every last one of their friends will always be begging to come over to play in the tree fort.
(Yes, you called it an office but we all know better don’t we? I can just see you know with your little superman flashlight skulking behind piles of couch cusions.)
I am posting from my secret underground lair, which is on the second floor of my home, in the room at the end of the hall, last door on the left.
Phlosphr - You have entirely too much money and too much free time. Can I be you when I grow up? First a tree fort, now a pirate ship! Geez…How do you dig for worms to fish with when you are at sea?
kambuckta - Ok here try this… It’s a hot cup of the finest Cider with a generous dash of Captain Morgan’s Spiced rum in it:)
Lyllyan - this is my first summer that I don’t have to teach or do anything. The tree house is my gift to me. The boat is my wife and my gift to ourselves… And we use Lures to catch the fish - occasionally we’ll use squid or shad. no worms in the ocean dear.
Sock - actually the bridge to the house idea got formally nixed as it will be too much of a temptation for the littl’ins to climb out on… I actually may doa staircase instead but that takes some of the fun out of it. My neighbor’s were over last night and we went up there and had looked at the interior work that needs to be done. I was thinking about a dopefest at my place or the beach this summer but I’d have to pass it by the boss.
WoW. Hey, that’s nice (hic) stuff. What sort of scrumpy is it anyway? It’s warmed me to the cockles of my heart it has!
Oh, dammit, orright…you’re forgiven for your maritime mischiefs. Just remember NEXT time to not talk about them while your brethren in the SOUTHERN hemisphere are freezing their titties off. OK?
I’m posting you while looking at boats. Granted, they’re all water taxis, trying cut each other off like checkered cabs as they try to go from one side of the Hudson to the other. God Help the poor souls in sail boats or cabin cruisers who get in their way…
Good Lord Kamy - Fine, you got snowboarding down under this time of year… I know you do. The Mrs and I’ll come down and cheer you up over a nutty irishman (Bailey’s, Jameson, Hot-coco) OK!
I be postin’ from nowhere near the seven seas! I be postin’ from a library with computers on the ‘Net! Tis’ all I got since I don’t have a port or a home to call my own yet. . .
I’m ashamed to say it, but I’m just a public LANdlubber now. Arrr.
Tripler
I’ll take me wooden leg somewhere else now. Arr.