
My hormones have reached the four COCONUT level!
This is uncharted territory.
So potentially volatile, in fact, that I thought it prudent to have a guest artist decorate the fourth COCONUT. As such, I let my daughter do the honors.
Her COCONUT de jour is sort of a cross between Picasso during his Cubist period and Sally Field’s “The Flying Nun.”
You may or may not be relieved to learn that the four pictured above represent my entire inventory of COCONUTS. So…where does the adventure go from here? I have no idea. But I do know one thing.
If I don’t start doing some *real* writing soon, you guys will drop me quicker than a $20 bill at a Las Vegas blackjack table.
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