Josh asked me if I had played Scrabble lately. I know why he asked. He misses Julie. You remember Julie? Long legs, flowing blond hair, a smile that starts in her deep blue eyes and ends in a laugh that makes angels jealous. Yeah, that Julie.
Well, I haven't played Scrabble with Julie lately because Julie's somewhere in Europe, but not the usual tourist haunts like Paris, Madrid, or Rome. I've been getting postcards from obscure, picturesque little villages with hard to pronounce names like Kuressare (I think it's in Estonia) and Tarifa (in Spain) which is famous for it's windsurfing.
I think this week she's somewhere in the south of France, or maybe Greece. Somewhere strolling along a Mediterranean beach. Picnicking on fine wines, mellow cheeses, and hearty artisan breads. Lounging on the deck of some Greek god's yacht. Exploring centuries old architectural gems. And when time allows, working on her tan, her all over tan, if you know what I mean.
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