Friday, June 6, 2008

Home Again

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig;

Home again, home again, dancing a jig.

To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;

Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

It is great to be home.

I really hate being on a large ship where everyone is catering to my every need.

Who wouldn't?

Thank God I am back in my real life of dog shit carpets, unmade beds and kids asking what's for dinner.

Whew, I almost got used to that hell.

8 comments:

coffeypot said...

I'm glad you are back and I look forward to stories and pictures of your cruse. One can get use to cruse life if eating and sleeping and sunbathing is all you care about. It works for me.

Special K said...

Didja buy me something? Huh? Huh? Didja dija?!?!?!?

Christine said...

Amazing how much shopping for uselss expensive shit goes on in the bahamas. I had to laugh at the hundreds of dollars people were dropping on ash trays and snow globes.
However, I did drop a couple of hundred on liquor so what's your pleasure K? I mean one must have their priorities in order.

Olly said...

Dog shit carpets? How could you ever leave all that glory for a week of bliss?

Special K said...

My pleasure is anything that takes me out of reality. It does have to be wet though, I am really a stickler for that oh and the higher the alcohol proof the better oh and nothing that smells like ass or makes me dance on the bar or start a fight.

Burfica said...

man I wanna go live in that hell. I would even settle for a hell that I had a dam maid. hahahahaha

Glad your back though.

Terry said...

I love your picture. And welcome back from your hellish experience.

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Yeah, that lazing around on yacht/cruise ships can really tire a guy out.