The Edge of Romance

           St. Bob and I just had a fabulous whale-watching trip in northern California.         

We saw amazingly gorgeous scenery:

       

Very romantically, I suggested we sit on the edge of one of the cliffs and watch the crashing waves. (Not cliffs, just plateau edges, really.)

          Bob was astonished that I would suggest something so dangerous. “I’m not sitting on the edge!” he said. “You’re the one with a life insurance policy—YOU sit on the edge!”

          Well, now I was laughing so hard my knees were buckling, so I did, indeed, need to sit down.

          And next week I’ll treat you to more laughs—all the funny signs we saw.

          Meanwhile, get a jump on Mother’s Day and order my books for your mom!