Hi-Ho, hi -ho, it’s off to Cal we go. And here I thought I was going to pack my swimsuit and the Coppertone® and scare the bejesus out of all the women at Loew’s Coronado with my 12X12-inch Alloderm™ patch on my belly. It’s a daisy. It’s also the largest they make. It was a perfect fit… until the VA Doc put the wound pump on it. Six ventral hernias later, I’m still here.
As you can see from the view on the high diving board, you have many areas to aim for. Accuracy of execution is of utmost importance here as well.
Cupcake and I are flying down this trip due to our sick horse. We love to drive but this one just isn’t in the cards this year. Besides, realistically, how many time do we need to see some big trees and a bunch of sea lions hollering at the bottom of a cave. I’m personally hoping the dogs have a slight case of Indigestion and the shits (from an accidental ingestion of too much Exlax™ ) next spring. We could probably fly again. What the hey? Not.
Why would a woman need this kind of automobile when she never gets on it? It’ll pop from 50 to 90 in less than three seconds. I don’t think I’ve had that conversation yet with her about it’s extreme acceleration capabilities. I figure she’d never believe me.
See you in San Diego. Be there or be square. Learn how to play VA poker and beat them at their own game.