The Northwest Paddling Festival!
We had a nice laugh about it yesterday morning. Then yesterday evening, completely out of the blue (OK, its more gray here in Seattle), Cora steered me to the table in our kitchen area. "Bend Over!", she instructed. Of course, I complied.
She then proceeded to go to her 'rack' and applied about half her rack (there are now 14 instruments hanging from it) to my waiting backside. About half way through, she reached into the waistband of the pants I was wearing and bared my bottom for the rest of the selections from her rack. One of these was the big paddle (ouch!).
For her final selection, she grabbed our new Spencer Paddle. With this one, she really let go. (I think this was partly a result of watching a video of some Ladies applying a particularly hard paddling to some naughty boys). Whew! That paddle is the one with all the holes and it makes a swooshing sound as it travels its trajectory toward its target (me, in this case).