No Passport Needed

It’s 5:30 on a Saturday morning. Scout, the alarm clock cat, decided it was time for Studly Doright to get up and tend to her needs before heading to the golf course. I’m still in bed reveling in memories of a night of extraordinary (for me) sleep.

A few minutes ago I realized that the post at the foot of my bed resembles one of the Moai statues on Easter Island. I’ve captioned the photos, below, so no one confuses my bedpost with a moai.

Bedpost
Moai

Saved myself a few bucks and hours of travel, now didn’t I?

(Seriously, I’d still like to see the real moai in person)

Peace, people!

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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