All About the Singles

So this morning we got off to a late start thanks to being out until the ultra late hour of 11 pm last night. When I finally rousted the crew, it was 9 AM, which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but we had made plans to attend the yard sale up at Palm Bay, so I had to speed feed the weasels while Amy got ready. By 9:30 we were on our way and despite being late, the yard sale was still in full swing.

I stood off to the side in close proximity to a stand that was selling Mimosas and watched as the mostly female shopper crowd perused the offerings in search of the ultimate bargain. Normally, I’m not one to tolerate a lot of shopping, but whether it was the full lunar eclipse yesterday or the intake of champagne and orange juice, I actually had fun just sitting there and people watching.

After an hour or so, Amy emerged from the sea of humanity carrying four brand new, never been used, bathing suits, an egg whisk, a box of home grown cherry tomatoes and our friend Bette’s dog, Charlie. No, she didn’t buy Charlie, rather she brought him for me to watch while she returned to the fray.

Charlie and I stood guard on Amy’s purchases. A few more Mimosas for me and Charlie Dog eventually led to Amy returning and announcing that she was done. I returned Charlie Dog to his rightful owner and we retreated with Amy’s booty. I forgot to mention that the yard sale was put on to raise money for our vet clinic, so I was in fact drinking for a good cause.

We almost made it back to the dinghy before getting waylaid by some friends outside the Splash! bar and grill. Despite it only being 11 am, we were forced to join them for a drink and the obligatory swapping of sailing stories, which for the record, unless you are Super G, are almost always lies.

Anyhow, we finally made it to the dinghy at 2 pm and were home shortly after. BodhiWeasel was waiting for us and so he and I shared some beef jerky and a frosty Corona Extra while Amy put on an invitation only swim suit modeling show.

As an aside, Bodhi and I were both broke after the show and Amy had accumulated 92 dollars, all in singles. Hmmmm.

The rest of the day passed lazily by and no one in the crew did much of anything. Around 6 pm I made shrimp stuffed pitas for dinner. They were good and then were no leftovers. Amy retired at 8 to read her book and the weasels and I watched the new Hunger Games movie. It was ok, but not nearly enough shit blew up for our taste.

To bed at 10. More to follow, end of line…

P.S. – How cool would the Hunger Games franchise be if instead of Catniss Everdeen as the main heroin, we had BodhiWeasel starring as Fatness Everdeen. Totally a kick ass action packed weasel powered movie to be sure…

P.S.S. – Today’s picture is of the “Assassin Grouper of Death” who guards a recently sunk boat back in Red Shanks. It’s not confirmed, but two French-Canadian cruisers are missing and I’m pretty sure he ate them. Gold star for you angry Grouper. Just kidding. Mostly….

Comments (7) -

Be nice Bozo!! No xenophobia from you.

ciao.

miloWeasel 30.03.2015 10:51:14

Carla, that's actually really funny coming from you. Hope all is well in Geneva.

Regards,
miloWeasel

So if a Bozo falls off the back of a boat and there is no one around to hear it, does he still get wet?

McLovin the new site, keep them posts coming.....

your-sister-the-old-one 30.03.2015 17:21:12

hey, hey...glad to see you alive and floating.  Any idea of when you might be coming home to visit?
inquiring minds and all of that...
kiss kiss

miloWeasel 01.04.2015 10:21:38

Old Sister,

   I am tentatively scheduled to bring a boat from here to Ft. Lauderdale between May 7 and May 11. From there, assuming we arrive, I'll hop a flight home to MD shortly after. It's done snowing there right? We be tropical people ya know....

Regards,
miloWeasel

your-sister-the-old-one 05.04.2015 14:11:19

Rest Assured, Dear Brother...the snow is in fact, is gone.....  although...we have a small-ish pile of City-snow still sitting under the bush at the end of the driveway. When mixed in with the aromatic farm smells (compliments of the spring coming and barns being cleaned out) life is just about great.  Everyone is in full spring sport practice mode and we are gearing up for graduation.  (that means you need to send your nephew a check for surviving...I  mean doing a good job and excelling in high school).  Tell Amy we said "hey" and hopefully we will see/hear/talk with you all soon.

kiss-kiss

Hey Tom, Let us know if your coming home. The old gang would love to see you again.

Cheers,
Jen

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