Times are anxious, sad, angry, and this country seems to have lost itself. I wish I had a new inspiring poem for you, but I don't. We still have each other, though. There are too many thoughtful, loving folks in blogland alone, to ever feel alone. I appreciate and love you all.
Summer starts this week. I touched up this oldie but hottie with some photographs and stuff.
Take good care of yourselves, and stay out of the heat...or enjoy it.
We do have each other for friendship and support.
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Not sure what happened. Thanks for telling me. Sorry, Alex.
DeleteNo wonder Bernie's like the Energizer Bunny with you around to recharge his batteries!
ReplyDeleteI do what I can for the cause, Debra. Smiles.
DeleteThat sounds like a better massage than any I've had.
ReplyDeleteNot to brag (more), but it WAS truly inspiring, Stephen.
DeleteWow, with a massage like that, everything will sure stay loose. Well almost everything lol
ReplyDeleteBlogland sure has a lot of great people indeed.
And creative gurus like you
DeleteAre in blogland too.
A massage is always a great way to loosen up. The only weather related poem I remember hearing from an older guy back in the early 80's was this:
ReplyDeleteWhen the weather's hot and sultry,
That's no time to commit adultery.
But when the frost is on the pumpkin,
That's the time for peter dunkin'.
Frost on the pumpkin, eh? I suppose one shouldn't let peter pumpkin go frigid. It loses its appeal.
DeleteI've never had a massage, except by my hubby! That sounded awesome!
ReplyDeleteIt was awesome, but it'd be nice to not have to pay for massages, JoJo. I hope you get them on demand.
DeleteA massage like that would have me melting...
ReplyDeleteTake care of important and valued self.
Thank you, EC. You too.
DeleteAh, a masseur. There was I thinking he was your gynaecologist. :)
ReplyDelete"I lay weak on his bed" was a great line, Robyn. It instantly put a picture into my head. ;)
I'm honored to have stirred things in your head, GB. ;)
DeleteThat must have been one heck of a massage. You are right about there being loving and kind people in blogland and you are one of those for sure.
ReplyDeleteEither that or I'm extremely repressed. Or both. Yeah, it's both.
DeleteAnd thank you for the sweet compliment, Cheryl. You are too.
It sounds like he rubbed you the right way! :) You are definitely right about there being a lot of wonderful people in blogland. Have a good week!
ReplyDeleteGreat play on words, Connie. Have a good week too.
DeleteHi Robyn,
ReplyDeleteAnd now an important massage, um, message from me.
Times are anxious on a worldwide basis. Love and massages are the way forward.
Gary :) x
And chocolate, Gary. Don't forget the chocolate. Hugs.
DeleteOf course and I shall be sending you some real chocolate. Not the glorified wax y'all get over there :) Chocolate hugs!
DeleteThe real European stuff? HOLD ME BACK! I mean, don't hold me back. I'm ready to attack.
DeleteChocolate hugs and kisses backatcha. =-)
This is great and now I'm too sick to try and have my hubby massage...ooh wait, there is the Vick's vapour rub...oh hunny!!
ReplyDeleteOooh la la, Vick's vapour rub! Enjoy, Birgit! And feel better, much better.
DeleteExcellent! I bet Bernie saw you and thought, I wanna massage that woman into ecstasy. I've had two massages in my life, both post-divorce because I couldn't spend money on myself when I was married. Both times women provided the massage. Now I think I'd like to try a man.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
I usually get a woman. This time, I got lucky. =)
DeleteThe medium is the massage. Somehow I got to thinking of Marshall McLuhan here. Terrific post, Robyn. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteWords take the creative's braincells in all sorts of unexpected directions, Geo. I like that. Thank you, and you're welcome.
DeleteSaw the title and I know I'm in for another treat. Thanks for not disappointing. :D
ReplyDeleteEnjoy summer!
Your welcome, Lux. Thank you!
DeleteHappy summer to you as well.
Look at those guns (well, gun) on Bernie Sanders. I had no idea.
ReplyDeleteAnd you haven't seen his whole collection, Mitchell. It's impressive!
DeleteI'm left weeping here! ;')
ReplyDeleteI'll take that as a compliment, and I hope it was one. =~] Thanks, Dixie.
DeleteHahaha I love it Robyn - where is this magical man I need to see him too lol
ReplyDeleteHe has yet to visit the land down under. Um, pun not intended. Well, not initially, but it works so well! Smiles. Thanks, Ayela!
Deletestill feeling the bern....summer massage and waves rolling over you. Happy Summer! I laughed out loud.Take care and stay cool this week
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joanne. Stay cool too - it's in the 100s here. I'm guessing it about the same for you. Ice cream and/or frozen yogurt is often needed, right?
DeleteA massage - LOL!
ReplyDeleteYeah, but it was a really, really, really pleasant one.
DeleteVery good Robyn!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Gary!
Delete"Orange covered the skies"
ReplyDeleteThat feels like a metaphor for Trump. Love the erotica, but the current state of events is still a major boner-killer.
Scratch "orange," and I'll replace it with "red." Trump ruins every damn thing, that orange mofo, boners included.
DeleteA man of hidden talents. Very hidden. haha
ReplyDeleteI hope he was cheap!
By the way, did you leave a tip? Or did he leave his tip?
;)
xo
You know the socialist/communistic ideology, Anthony: From each according to his/her ability, to each according to need? Well, my needs equal his abilities. He's a giving man. I'll leave it at that. Wink.
DeleteI'm elated that summer is finally here! I'm one happy gal. Bring on the heat, I say! Love ya, babe!
ReplyDeleteLove ya too, darlin'. Stay hot and cool as you desire.
DeleteGonna be a long, hot summer. I want to hide.
ReplyDeleteOr get a massage. And THEN hide.
Or get a hidden massage? Or hide in a masseuse? Or hide in mass while getting a hot massage this summer? Or just find some aged hottie and say "Pull my finger," then run and hide? There are so many good choices, my friend.
DeleteYes...thank goodness for the blogging community that we have <3
ReplyDeleteI used to go to a massage therapist who had a hot stove in a little country cabin. Oh, that heat was awesome in the winter. Alas, he moved to the city. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteSounds steamy and romantic. All good things must end, I suppose. I feel your pain.
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