One Year of Wedded Bliss
Sunny South Florida?
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Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port with this couple that's oh so hip.
It rained so much in Miami that week that about the only thing we didn't see was a small pig in a chair and a bear's butt sticking out of a jar of honey floating past.
As host and benefactor of the Miami portion of our land-and-sea adventure, Dad set ground rules, such as, "Don't run naked around the palm trees in the yard," and "Don't go downtown asking for CSI headquarters to find Horatio Cane so you can get him to say something silly while putting on his sunglasses."
Strolling down South Beach. South of what? I'm guessing the barrier where people who don't look like models are detained.
We're gonna need a bigger boat.
Just checking it doesn't say SS Minnow.
Love, exciting and new, come aboard, we're expecting you! Set a course for adventure, Your mind on a new romance, The Love Boat, soon will be making another run, the Love Boat promises something for everyone!
Okay, we're not exactly the Santa Maria, devoid of life's luxuries in the open sea. For instance, no scurvy! Bonus!
Once cleaned up we went down to the lower decks with the riffraff and stowaways for Irish jigs.
I'm not saying that we could do the Hokey Pokey in here, but the bathroom was surprisingly roomy. "Put your right butt cheek in, put your left cheek out, and shake it all about ..."
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