Monday, October 15, 2012


Warning:  Grandma do not read this post.  Seriously, It is full of foul foul language.

About 8 years ago I was learning to surf.  I was out early one morning at County Line with my surf coach, who is now my husband, Luke.   When we got out of the water this particular day, and there was a note on the drivers side door of the car.  This note is one I will never ever forget.  It was audacious, misspelled, and totally awesome.  I found it yesterday while looking for an old drawing.  I never called.
Should I have?

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