Have you ever been kissed on the veranda ?

I know that sometimes infantile humor causes one to roll one's eyes in disbelief, but I still chuckle at such things. Like when the Scotsman asks, "Tell me, lassie, have ye ever been keest on a wind-swept crag?" It's up there with "You can pick your friends. And you can pick your nose. But you can't pick your friend's nose." Well, maybe not quite that gross.
it's been a strange weekend. Neighbors on the other side of a privacy fence held a late night fiesta that was en par with a quinceñera. It was complete with decorative balloons and catering from our local taco/tamale drive through stand (The Habanero Mexican Grill). Maybe the Habanero guys were the mariachi band and singers. The music was loud, but who could complain of such things? I believe if people know how to enjoy what little joy they find in life, they should be able to enjoy their enjoyment and--hopefully--such mutual gaiety will prevent bullets from flying or knives from coming into rough play.
April is my birth month. I celebrate it for the entire month and as such I am having a delightful luncheon with an old friend from Frostburg and his lovely wife. I have eaten before going so that I can order a small repast and have them comment on my restraint. Shallow, huh? Yeah, well, we try when/where we can.
Time to hit the douche and plan what I shall wear for the festivities!