Kite flying is a popular pastime here in Ocean Shores. Richard managed to panhandle enough money to buy us a kite. We had big wind gusts today. Richard and I para-sailed across Grays Harbor into Aberdeen. Richard called Uncle Joe on Richards's cell phone. Uncle Joe brought us home safely. No more kiting for a while.
Always stay sweet,
Sweetheart
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My telling your BF to "go fly a kite!" in no way suggests that he would (or could, for that matter) actually do such a thing.
ReplyDeleteTell your BF that he's blowing smoke ... or dropping acid from a bad batch!
Your loving U.J.