The Hits Just Keep on Comin’

17 Aug

Short post, be forewarned. Mondays…they’re a ___.

I was out of town this weekend, doing a little wedding attending and beachin’ it up. While lying on the beach, my friend Nancy Margaret’s husband (Bob) hurled something from the ocean up to us on shore. None of us moved or showed any concern about said flying object because we were pretty far away. It got closer and closer, and then WHAM: it hit me on the left thigh.

What was it? This. And yes, it was full. His intentions were good, though, as he was trying to rid our coast of litter.

Perhaps Bob should give the NFL a whirl. Might as well – I hear the Eagles will take anybody.

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