I was gonna take a nap at home and figured, what….the….heck….go to the beach and sleep! or nap or whatever.  So I did.  But o was no ordinary day, we had gusts of up to 40 miles per hour, so I had to get in those waves.  Frickin cold btw, but as a man of the north, there was no option whatsoever.  A man has gotta do man stuff when called.

So, as I was bein all manish in the 30 degree water and wind gusts, there was a pregnant woman who’s belly was about to explode, and she was having the time of her life.  Laughing.  Other children were playing too.  Laughing.  I was laughing.  That pregnant woman’s man was back on the shore.  Frowning

haha, men and women are so wierd, but I’m so thankful its summer in the city.

then, he realized it was a pretty handy way of informing the masses (or small, humble batch of family and friends) to his adventures and thoughts abroad, that time does not allow in the day, or cell companies minutes cannot allot for.

I am that man, and thank you for receiving me with merciful, forgiving arms.

thorthor