Norma dear, if I were you, I'd lay off the breaded fish dinners and calms casino.
leave my clam out of it.
better than Summer's Eve
and the sand exfoliates!
"Summer breeze, makes me feel fine" - just remember to loosen your knicker elastic to let it out. Jx
not to worry, nature's loosened everything.
It's the Endless Summer here. 90s next week. Uggh.
those pesky santa anas.
What have been telling you - stay out of the sun and moisturize. And do you listen? Feh!
if i steeped in a vat of lanolin,i still wouldn't reconstitute.
She's from France.
le conehead, exactement!
"You can sit in the sand and have the biggest tantrum that you like, young lady, but we're still going home. Now, take that fish-&-chip wrapper off your head and get in the car!"
i'm not moving until i get more tartar sauce.
Thank goodness you're covering your Secret Lady Place.
on the beach, with the salty breezes?it's no secret.
I might use that hat design for my next tinfoil project... very fetching.Sx
be careful, there's a patent pending.
No more Coney Island whitefish washing up on the beach, huh?
only whales honey, only whales.
you're an absolute dear for not pronouncing it, "muthah."
Please, we're all ears!