We are in a historical victorian town. Beautiful Cape May, New Jersey.
I can just imagine Steve Kuehn running the streets with a hoop and stick, hopping on his bicycle... you know, the one with the big giant wheel in the front and the tiny one in back, to the boardwalk and jumping in the ocean, wearing his big old timey wool bathing suit, then getting out and waxing his handlebar mustache all the way back to his beautiful gingerbread style victorian home.
Well thank goodness that vote is over, now I just have to wait for the next one to get done. How much money did Brad put into his beard campaign? His people want to know??? Have a Happy Halloween. Where you guys heading to now?
I just write it like I see it. I close my eyes and like a movie playing on the back of my eyelids, that is, an old~timey movie, the kind with no sound, playing on the back of my eyelids of Steve dancing around really fast cranking the motor on his victrola.
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Beard, Beard, Beard. Beard, Beard, Beard Beard Beard! (Sung to the tune of the Steve Kuehn song)
Long live the Beard!
long live the beard... sounds like NY was a smaching success, can wait to see where we go next!
love ya...Happy its almost Halloween!
We are in a historical victorian town. Beautiful Cape May, New Jersey.
I can just imagine Steve Kuehn running the streets with a hoop and stick, hopping on his bicycle... you know, the one with the big giant wheel in the front and the tiny one in back, to the boardwalk and jumping in the ocean, wearing his big old timey wool bathing suit, then getting out and waxing his handlebar mustache all the way back to his beautiful gingerbread style victorian home.
"Hi Steve, we miss you." ~Sarin
Well thank goodness that vote is over, now I just have to wait for the next one to get done. How much money did Brad put into his beard campaign? His people want to know??? Have a Happy Halloween. Where you guys heading to now?
You paint a lovely picture with your words Sarah. Hi Steve! I miss your old-timey ass!
Thanks Erin,
I just write it like I see it. I close my eyes and like a movie playing on the back of my eyelids, that is, an old~timey movie, the kind with no sound, playing on the back of my eyelids of Steve dancing around really fast cranking the motor on his victrola.
Miss you all.
Sarah
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