More Dumpster Girl

Holy Moly, it appears we have finally persevered through those tumultuous almost freezing, twice with snow, 40 and 50-degree days and now find ourselves safely within the grasp of 60+degree weather. At least that is what they would like us to believe.
At least that is what I believe.

Dumpster Girl Update
I believe the term Dumpster Girl is a bit trashy, so I will call her LuLu, after someone named LuLu.

We appear to be getting along splendidly, which is no surprise as I am splendid and she seems to conform. She has also proven to be an asset. When solicitors ring my bell I simply go to the door with LuLu in arm, and they walk away. Except for Girl Scouts, they will not be discouraged from selling those cookies.

We went to the beach this weekend. It is always so crowded. Apparently we got there just when everybody was ready to leave, because they left.

We had the beach to ourselves. She is a very silent person, but once as we sat on a blanket, I thought I heard her talking, but it was only a passing duck walking by.
The sound of the surf tends to confuse me?

We went swimming. She’s a good swimmer. We were frolicking in the waves and I thought I saw a shark fin coming our way. I was petrified and must have gone into shock because I forgot how to swim. I owe LuLu my life. She kept me afloat and saved me from drowning. She’s so buoyant.

The shark saw her and swam away. Nobody seems to like her?

Penwose Out,
By George
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