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The picture below of Cobber swimming was taken the same August day in 2005
I decided to cut my grass topless. Didn't think much of it until Gurtrude, my elderly neighbour who owns The Rusty Pelican,
drove by and clearly wasn't impressed. The next morning I found a tee-shirt lying in my running (English for driveway).
Mind you, Cobber and I, under the cover of darkness the following night, got revenge and eliminated
on her prize-winning rose bushes. Cobber did anyway. That was quite an adventure.
And yes, that is the same Rusty
Pelican Diner famous for the condom in the bagel incident that sparked national attention. Mind you, after the media spotlight
passed and all the uproar and indignation died down, I realized all along is was just a rhubarb and clever marketing
ploy on Gurt's part as the lines at her lunch counter have never been longer.
Granted their 60-cent cup of
coffee can taste like swampwater some days, but I love the view. And I'm not talking about when a very shapely woman
got up from her table and left for the parking lot last week and I turned too quickly and almost got whiplash and curviture
of the spine.
I much prefer sitting by the window and not saying the view is rural, but last week a cow swished
its tail against my face. Put me off my early bird special that was supposed to be chicken but even Cobber wouldn't
touch it and he eats everything. Felt like I had a wild animal running loose inside me and tasted more like curried goat and
I'm still recovering.
Anyway, if you care to read more, visit my Cobber Blog and almost all will be revealed
and I'm not talking about the picture of me wearing a pair of Speedos. I'm still in therapy for that what-was-I-thinking
fashion moment. And there isn't anything topless either as I'm not that kind of blogger and I'm sticking to that
story no matter what you may have heard.
Fact is, aside from my liking for really big red glasses that demonstrate
I'm clearly a fashion trendsetter, I don't have high heels or large feather red boas in my wardrobe. Not anymore
and neither does Cobbs. Mind you, some of my favourite blue tee-shirts are so large I could easily wear one and get free
admission at The Pink Lady on drag night.
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