Missing Willy..

I'm so missing the Dominican Republic, even 'though my sunburn is peeling so much that it looks like I'm grating thin shavings of parmesan cheese into my bathroom sink. I miss the water!  The ocean, sure, but the water pressure in the shower was divine.  It gushed like one of those big mushroom umbrellas you see at a kiddie water park--the kind that might send those who it was designed  for down a tsunami river, but for adults, it sure  does wonders for our dirty bodies and when we use too much conditioner in our hair. I miss Willy, and I'm wondering if we put his job in some sort of jeopardy by standing him up for that time share demo.  It might not have even been that--maybe he was peddling quinine for a malaria outbreak, we can't be sure.  But I am sure that Slick Willy used the misogynistic phrase "a happy wife is a happy life."  THIS wife  was NEVER going to get excited about thirty percent off on a beach bag, even when Willy would playfully punch Jim's arm and ask him, "am I right?"  THIS wife wouldn't even care if that beach bag was one hundred percent off. Maybe if the beach bag contained an "electric necessity", like a new flat iron, yeah, that's it, a flat iron.. we'd talk...