Life Abroad

So, yesterday I lit little flower-puff up... and what a BEAUT. Now, I know a good hubbly from a bad one. Usually, the small ones aren't that great, they come up a little short, they just don't quite cut the bacon (is that a saying? Did I make that up? Oh my god BACON). As I was saying, this one pulled like an absolute dream (hubbly banter); lit up right away, thick smoke, good bubbling sound, lasted a long time, didn't go all burny, looked frikken sexy the entire time. I might have to take her with me, she's a rare find I tell you, and so CUTE too. However... the lovely old gentleman on the boat nextdoor called the port security, the curious little curtain twitcher thought I was smoking the naughty sort, which I was NOT (get a life gramps), they came over to check it out, I gave the guy a beer, we both rolled our eyes, he tried to sell me something "real" to put inside and, to appease old nosey nextdoor,  pretended to reprimand me. Good golly.

I felt a little ill and lightheaded (toooo much hub), so I went for a walk along the port. I saw this girl, in crew uniform, by herself, sitting down on the side walk absolutely SOBBING her pretty little eyes out, so I stopped and asked if she was alright, it made me sad just looking at her, I had to. I made out through all the wailing and sniffing that she had lost some special ring that her boyfriend gave her and he was in Australia and she missed him and now she lost the ring (jeeez sorry I asked, haha, not really). Anyways, I told her I'd help her look, because I'm just NICE like that (sometimes). She was convinced she had lost it along the boardwalk. I looked with her for over an hour, on my hands and knees... and I FOUND it, lying on the side of the path in the grass, I bloody well found it. She was so happy I honestly thought I might die she hugged me so hard. Gosh, she saves the day... AGAIN, what a superhero. Right, karma, you may come visit WHENEVER you please, I'm ready, no need to call ahead, just come on over, I'll put the kettle on