As you know, my husband goes to sea. He is not only a sailor now, he is a Mate. As in "matey." I keep forgetting to ask him if he goes about saying, "Aye, aye, Cap'n." Why two ayes? Isn't one enough?
At any rate, we email each other, to keep each other company and keep abreast of all the fascinating happenings that make up our lives. I'd like to share with you a portion of an email he sent the other day. I will warn all our delicate readers: this excerpt has a word in it, or maybe it's a subject, but anyway, if you're easily offended, stop reading now. (I know you are not easily offended, Nancy, hee hee.) FYI: "MMOs" refers to Marine Mammal Observers. Okay, here's the excerpt:
"I also forgot to tell you about the whale carcass we saw yesterday. It was old and definitely a male. I am going to get some pictures of it from the MMO's. I was busy driving and not running into it. The reason we knew it was a male was because it was floating belly up and its penis was hanging out. You'll see when I send a picture."Oh boy. My husband is sending me a picture of a male whale. This must be a very fascinating item for him to go to so much trouble. I'm not sure whether to be excited or disgusted. Poor whale.
Note: I wrote this awhile ago and waited for the picture of the whale to show up. When it did, it was so far away that it lost all power to amaze (if it ever had that power.) It just looked rather sad. So - a pictureless post. I will make up for it next time.