Wilma, you bitch!
I was having a very good week in Cancun while lending some private tutoring time to one of my students until you came along and broke up my game (and probably the beach house owned by the Occidental Tush Institute).
Now Melissa and I have had to wait for the second to last flight out and are currently stuck at the Crown Plaza while my travel guy looks for the fastest way to Gaua or Malekula from LAX to finish our ‘studies’.
I know that I will never be able to repay you for the bad turn you gave us, and I cannot curse your name out loud without sounding like Fred Flintstone, but I will curse your name under my breath until something else distracts me.
Professor, you should really learn photo editing with a program like Photoshop. That picture is nicely framed (drools), but the detail is so sharp that evidence of your training methods shows up on the right cheek…you need to blur that out with the airbrush tool, lest you offend any of your readers who think that lovin’ never means raising your hand…
Rivrdog
Never raising your hand?
Do people actually still do that? I thought that this was the 21st Century, not 1950?
Oh well, my mistake. May happen again.
The Professor.