  Dont fret, my pups. Ill delete the posts of last night that show nip. Paula let me know that she couldnt safely view my blog at work because of the wondrous breasts posted so prominently. Well, Ill adhere to my promise, and Ill keep the more chancy material up only on weekends. My dose of morning news had me holding my breath today. The quotations because I woke at 1:30. a portion of the Charles de Gaulle airport collapsed at 7am local time. My dear, dear Leslie is in France, and we all know that de Gaulle is the most heavily trafficked airport in the country.
I cant remember when she said she was to return. A mouthful of coffee in my mouth as I paused, listening to the radio report. Ah, but shes in Nice. Shes far from Paris. A respite from the near perfect weather of the past month. A cool, cool breeze and more clouds than visible sky. It feels more like spring; no longer the hype of global warming by alarmists.
Sure, it has been a while since weve been blessed with a visit from El Nino. But this is a desert, and its always a fire hazard. Golf courses in San Diego are as unnatural as casinos in Las Vegas. Being a recent convert to the wonders of a bottled tan has relieved my unquenchable desire for 90+ heat. Chris should be by sometime this afternoon to return at least one of my desktops to me. Where all my recent favourite photos are locked away. Yet, its my goal to post at least one compelling image per post (er, or per day) to keep the eye candy component to the site. So heres todays: 
