speak again

i like to get wet at the beach. i can't just sit there all dry and warm. i have to go in and up until today, it hasn't been such a rough and tumble experience. the waves at north beach were really strong.

they lured you farther out, and when you followed, the smack down.

so, i go out to find the break between the waves, which is when i usually dive down and get wet, then exeunt, before the smashage.

no such luck.

i came up, heart quivering after having been smacked but good by the very wave i thought would gentle me.

it didn't. then i return back to the towel and umbrella fortress we'd constructed for the babies, and baby love passed out on me. it was very sweet. she who does not nap abroad, napped on this broad. :D

and i'm ready for that which is mine to come to me.

my sister is subjecting me to some nashville show, yikes. i can't say i am enjoying it (i'm not, it sucks). but, given some time and the right environ, i could manage to muster some interest. maybe. maybe not. i can be unpredictable.

i do have to say that john rich guy talked real big about chosing the right person for goin' country, but then wimped out and chose iglesias. sigh. old news, i know. but it's all coming back to me because he's on the tube and my sis and i agree, he looks better in a cowboy hat than a baseball cap. (kind of country ghetto)

anyway, i must away.

to dream, perchance to sleep.