What a Day Was Yesterday

Whataday today was! I started at the flea market where an Hispanic guy told me how to repair my airbrush in broken English and I bought some roasted peanuts. Lunch was great with a Hebrew national hotdog. (Even we Gentiles like 'em!) And then it being Saturday and all there was a chore with my main squeeze.You see Miss South Carolina was collecting dresses for charity. North Charleston Dream Center's Cinderilla Day is a project thet accepts donated dresses for girls who may not be able to afford their own prom dress.

So we went right down to make the delivery. I stepped out of the elevator into the midst of group of (i) chicas caliente(/i)!) "I'm in the rwrong place!", I say. But I was invited in. It was fun to see all the pretty girls and Miss SC, Stephanie Smith. is a very charming young lady and extremely easy on the eyes. I got my autographed photo and was gone after being verbally reprimanded by my main squeeze that I could not carry any of the girls home with me. (She does this all the time.)

Crossing the street on the way to the coffee shop I saw a Lamborghini. For the second time and as many hours my heart skipped a beat. That twelve cylinder engine sounded like a choir of angels. At the coffee shop I had a nice African coffee and met an English bulldog named Lucy. Later we had barbeque at the church with friends.

On the way home a friend called me from a local gallery and told me I had wone three ribbons in a local art contest. I had only entered four paintings. My First Place Winner in the watercolor catagory is seen below.

It just doesn't get much better than this. But maybe if I coulder?

No-o-o, my main squeese would never have let me get away with that...