Thank you, Capt. Deb!
Well, Cap't, Laz was just disgusted with the whole bunch of us having a beach party, I guess, and he was trying to get us ship-shape for our dear Captain, who really cracks the cat-o-nine-tails when the mood strikes. *ouch, by the way*
So, now that we're all on deck, scrubbing and cleaning up the ship, mending the sails, managing the hangovers, tending to any sunburns, scaling the fish that we caught, and re-stocking the supplies - - now what do we do?
Laz, ya scared us into submission! The Cap't is milling about. Where are we off to now? Should we go to the Arctic and save the Polar Bears? Might be a bit dicey on board ship with polar bears running around. Should we sail for the South African coast and watch the Great White Sharks trolling for seals? oooo, scary! Do we vote for the little girl on America's Got Talent who beat up all the pirates? Should we head for that area of the Pacific where all the flotsam and jetsam gathers in large floating garbage dumps and do a little cleanup? We might as well throw in a little civic duty before we pillage and plunder somethin'. We don't have to tell the Brotherhood of Dastardly Pirates that we be good hearted at times. Or maybe, we go back to the island for the Labor Day Weekend!
Deb and Phyl want to practice their beach volleyball skills some more. Take on those American champions. Teach those long legged skinny girls some skills!
Have a good week everyone, and a great weekend. Go out there and grill somethin'!
Sue in Vancouver, USA
