We come apart. No, I mean, we come aport. Well, we’ve finished the last of our port and it’s time to come ashore.The the worst port, er part…
we say good bye to all our new found friends:
Upon Returning Home
Thankful for not being swallowed by a whale,
We disembark home in Ft. Lauderdale.
“You got to be careful if you don’t know where you’re going, because you might not get there.”
Home. Home. At last.
I’m loving the towel menagerie! It must have been an ethical quandary to use them.
Yes, none of them were willing to sign photo releases…..
they kept monkeying around.
Welcome home or Well come home or Well, come home. Hope you had a wonderful time. I’ve enjoyed following your trip (or your trippin’–whichever) but hope you haven’t lost your land legs.
In your honor, here’s something that just sprang from my head like Athena from Zeus’, but likely to less effect:
Oh, that Randy Mazie
On land was going crazy.
So he took a trip.
On a big cruise ship.
Now he’s back, fresh as a daisy.
You’re such a poet-ess.