Not the sexy post you expected from the title, huh? (I have dibs on that title BTW!!)
And it took me two days to post the pics, so sue me! I’m entitled to be grumpy today—it’s my birthday, and don’t bother asking how many candles will be on my cake (let’s just divide a century into two parts and assume the first half has some meaning to me!!!).
On a happier note, I have pictures I took of a recent excursion on Lake Hamilton with some writer friends of mine. Here’s Captain Cyndi, who invited us to stay at her house which sits at the edge of the lake.
Can you tell if Shayla’s having fun yet? She’s as grumpy as I am about having my picture taken.
“The Shade” was dutifully taking notes as we careened around the lake.
Lake Hamilton is in Hot Springs, Arkansas. Probably the greatest concentration of wealth in our poor state lies at its edges. The houses are amazing. This is the one I want to buy when one of my books gets picked up by Playgirl and is made into a series of naughty movies, all artfully done, that cross over to mainstream DVD buyers as the “smut you must have!”
Since I was the one carrying the camera, I have the power of THE CROP! Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me…