miladycarol

We have a week before we absolutely need to be in Sydney, so we have driven to Wollongong. We checked into our hotel, refreshed our memories of the downtown mall area, had a lovely Thai dinner followed by a walk along the beach. I had been feeling a bit run-down all day and my meal was rather sweet. The sugar hit my system about at about the time we hit the waterfront and I became very playful. I dragged poor G over to a playground and had him sit on the see-saw with me. We laughed and played for quite a while until a few kids began making eyes at us and we gave the teeter totter to them. Then I dashed up a hill bellowing my fearsome war cry of "oogah boogah" to send the seagulls scattering to the sky. G pronounced me a bad person for this. *evil titter* We next crossed to Market Square which is a lovely grassy area bisected by a brick walkway and a series of benches. I decided that the gauntlet of benches had surely been placed there merely for me to defile them with my butt. So I dragged G running down the path stopping at each bench only long enough to drop my bottom on it and dash off to the next one. I paused in the centre to climb a very inviting tree, then resumed my mad dash. We saw a Lamborghini the colour of a kumquat parked on the road and, while G admired the stud-mobile, I mused about how I could defile it, too, with my butt. Poor G. *shakes head vigorously to hid evil grin creeping across face* We sat on the edge of a fountain for a bit and the sugar finished its burn. The rest of the walk back was filled merely with idle threats of misbehavior rather than the actions themselves.

I blame the sugar.

I'm sure G would love to hear sympathetic letters of commiseration and/or statements of how his life surely sucks. *grin* You know he lives for that sort of thing. *snark*