Awesome awesomeness.

Hello, my friends. I would like to introduce you to a couple of my peeps. My eses. My homies. My gs (not to be confused with my BSGs). These two partnas in particular make up an adorable pair of probably the biggest lovebirds I know. He's her boo, as you can see. I have gone all witness protection program on their pictures to protect the innocent. But, just so you can feel like you know them without having enough information to, like, track them down in order to, I don't know, take your camcorder over to their house to record their glorious expressions of lovin or something, you can call them Lulie and Bob. Mainly because I think the name Lulie is funny, and he kinda looks like a Bob, doesn't he? Anyway, this picture was taken on a really awesome vacation that my husband and I took once with Lulie and Bob and a couple other amigos of ours. We went to this island, and from the second we disembarked de plane de plane, it was like a total fantasy.

The day I took this picture of our sweet lovahs Lulie and Bob was pretty near perfect. We did this whole lay on the beach rub clay all over ourselves thing. (Ew, pervs. It wasn't like pervy clay rubbing, but like beach clay that's-what-you-do-on-the-island rubbing. Don't be a perv.) Anyway, we were on this awesome vacation, and we went to get this awesome meal, and, everything was just kinda awesome. If you look closely at the table you can see the empty glasses on the table from the awesome drinks that our waiter Tattoo brought us to quench our awesomely parched thirsts.

And I thought that nothing could ever get any better than that day at that moment on that vacation. Lulie leaned over to Bob to plant a big wet one on him because, you know, Bob's Lulie's boo, and this is a romantic island, and islands and frozen beverages all add up to awholelottaawesome. And then, it happened. Something that made this kickass day with the sun and the beach and the island and Herve Villechaize and the frozen drinks even more perfect than it had already been:

There was an ass behind Lulie's shoulder.



And it looked like this:

It's like, as soon as you look behind your friend Lulie's shoulder and you see an ass like that at a time like that, you know that all is right with the world. My friends, if you'll indulge me for a moment and allow me to throw some philosophy down on that shiz for a second. May you always take time and enjoy the moment you're in, because you never know when you will be graced with an ass behind your shoulder. Who knows? Maybe there's an ass behind your shoulder right now. We should all be so lucky.

There's a footnote to be added to this awesomely awesome scene. About ten minutes after this picture was taken, we left the restaurant, and allofasudden, the sun and the frozen beverages and the salt from all the nonpervy clayrubbin from the morning made me faint on the asphalt and then, upon revival, start yamming up my frozies all over the awesome island flowers in front of the restaurant. It was like Island Satan was trying to laugh in the face of Awesome. But you know what, my friends? Not even a little heat exhaustion and public regurgitation could take away my perfect moment. No one will ever take the ass over Lulie's shoulder from me. No one.