eight pina coladas
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
In an effort to relate the problems she'd had last night with heartburn, my grandmother was describing the last time she'd felt the same symptoms; when she'd had 8 pina coladas in one day during a trip to Mexico. Heh, heh, heh. That's my grandma.
My marine sandals fell apart today. One of the straps just tore right through while I was wading around in the bay. Lousy Nike pieces of cr*p. Cost me $100 when I bought them, and that was just less than three years ago!