I did a bad thing, tricking you that way.*
(But it made you click on it, haha)
My tugboat man doesn’t have a mistress.
He might as well have one.
Listen to the facts:
1. He spends a lot of money on her.
2. Sometimes when the tides are right, he spends more time with her than at home.
3. He found her on Craigslist.
Here’s my hub’s newest love, a Kies custom surfboard.
Apparently John Kies is one of the best surfboard shapers out there; at least that’s what I’ve been hearing for — well, it seems like for the last twenty-four hours. Nonstop. “Look at her shape!” “Isn’t she beautiful?” “I can’t wait to get her out in the water.”
So. Here she is.
Gaze your eyeballs on her beautiful and young body, so fresh and clean, no wrinkles or stretch marks or cellulite.
I actually drove with him halfway across San Diego County so that he could check her out — get a taste of her — stroke her and examine her from all sides –all the while I sat in the car and read a book until it got too dark to read.
And now he’s applying a coat of fresh StickyBumps warm water wax so that she’s primed and ready for their first ride. Together.
But don’t worry about me.
I’ll do all right ‘cos I’m a SURVIVOR.
I have my eye on a sweet little pearl Chanel necklace.
All’s fair, right?
*P.S. Apologies to anyone who may have thought I was going to reveal marital dirt…I’ll admit to gentle teasing and snarky humor at times, but I almost never share personal dirty laundry in a public forum. Not my style. Not my thing.