….Fondest Memory of Summer Past
GIRL’S DAY OUT
Summer in the city, driving in Manhattan we stopped at an intersection. Waiting among the throngs to cross was a gorgeous six foot four inch Scotsman. Trust me, I know 6ft 4in when I see it) He was in full kilt regalia. Portia yells from the back,
“Hey baby! What you got under that skirt?”
“It’s a quilt you nut”, Gwen piped in
“Nooo! It’s a kilt”, Michelle chimed in.
Portia went on, “Don’t worry ’bout it, he knows what I’m talking about.
Look at that smile!”
By now most of the people at the intersection that was politely not staring at this hunk, now had license to do so. And they were absorbing the interactions between all of the occupants of the car and this hunk of a man. He was blushing all over.
Yeah, he did turn crimson red. And that smile!! We all roared with laughter, even the passersby.
PR
4/06/2014
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you painted the picture most vividly , I could see him too.
enjoying your blogs
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Thank you so much. Glad you are enjoying it. I often wonder if that hunk remembers us. LOL.
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I wish I was in that car! Lol. Sounds like a fun day 🙂
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Yes it was!!! LOL
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