Checking in--

Cowboy here a.k.a. CEO of Neanderthals, Inc. More about that later.

We took a flight out to Honolulu - enjoyed the company of friends and the beach for a few days, then took off before we were aware a hurricane was headed that way and flew to our final destination - Bora Bora in French Polynesia. This is a giant atoll - an island surrounded by a lagoon and a barrier reef which is a ring of land around the lagoon. Transportation from the airport was by boat and was one of the few times in our lives that my wife was stunned into silence. She, as well as I, am amazed by the beauty of this place.

I was here briefly many years ago and I knew Sar would love it. It's a favorite honeymoon destination. Most of the hotel guests are newlyweds. A perfect place to celebrate our anniversary - another honeymoon for us.

We're staying at a nice hotel and will remain here for about a week. This morning we had breakfast on the veranda overlooking the blue water. A good thing about staying at the beach is that Sar tends to eat more and if by chance she gains a few pounds, that would make me happy.

Lots of bikinis on the beach and when Sar put one on, I told her no. Thong bikinis are for our personal beach - a regular bikini gives enough of a show. Yeah, I'm a stickler for who gets to see what belongs to me. I did the packing and I didn't pack that one-- the imp must have slipped it into her bag of snacks. Damn thing is the size of 3 postage stamps. She could have put it in her cosmetic bag and nobody would notice. She wears a thong bikini - everybody notices. My wife is in her mid-40s and makes ladies 20 years younger envy her figure.

Might move into one of the bungalows on the reef next week when one becomes available. The bungalows are on stilts and there's a more private beach there. She can wear her thong bikini then. There's also a boat shuttle back and forth across the lagoon to the larger island so we can enjoy the restaurants and other amenities as well as the more public beach.

Ok-- about the Neanderthal bit. In Hawaii we were with old and dear friends. The lady of the house is a nudist. Need I say more? Bad enough my wife likes to dance naked under the full moon. When we're here Sar thinks it's ok to dance naked EVERY night. The couple we're staying with are Liam and Anne, mentioned in a story Sar just posted. For a lady in her mid-50s she's one heck of a gorgeous woman.

Liam and I walked in on them - out on the deck just after nightfall. Both are naked as the day they were born. Sar is teaching Anne a few dance steps. I don't remember what I said but they both looked at me like I had 2 heads. Liam laughed, told me how lucky I was - as if I didn't know - and stepped in front of his naked wife. Need help with those, he asked and put his hands on her breasts.

I grabbed Sar - tossed her over my shoulder and delivered a couple of hard swats. She yelled and called me a bully and a few other choice epithets and reminded me that the house was tucked away on a private beach.

Uh huh. Like that matters. We had a private discussion - mostly my hand and her tush but a brief one. I didn't want to make her hurt. I wanted to let her know that naked in our backyard is one thing - everywhere else no matter how close our friends is something else.

Ergo: I'm CEO of Neanderthals, Inc.

The next day I bought her one of those bandana things that tie around her bosom and a sarong for the rest of her.

So-- the next night Sar and Anne wear matching bandana/sarong outfits and dance on the edge of the water. Yeah-- in the middle of the dance they strip. I'm off the deck and chasing that imp of mine. She's laughing. I catch her, tackle her to the sand and promise sweet things if she behaves. She informs me she *is* behaving. A couple of swats later I cover her with my tee shirt. Yeah-- just so happens that dance etc woke up the band. Good things followed. I bought a few more sarongs for the Bora Bora part of the trip. We bid Liam and Anne goodbye and moved on.

Plan to spend a bit of time in Tahiti before going home. Right now we're enjoying Bora Bora, one of the most beautiful spots on the planet.

Sar sends regards and says she needs to make me crazy a few more times before she posts. Only a few? She's been making me crazy for years. Tomorrow's our anniversary - our 25th. Little did I know when I married that cute little 19 year old gal that I'd be more in love with her now than I ever thought possible.

Cowboy