No, I'm not staying at the Sydney Opera House (although I hear the mattresses are very comfy), but I did finally book one of the two rooms that I mentioned in the previous entry. I'll be sharing a bathroom, so those of you find my potty humor to be a bit less...mature....hold on to your seat covers over the next week. If all is fine, I'll try to refrain from giving a daily report on my shared facilities. But (I said "but"), if something is just too perfect not to mention...I can't be responsible for my desire to share it.
I'm gonna head out and get some dinner, so will keep this short. Thought I'd share a few interesting signs I've seen along my many walks here in Sydney...
No...I'm right....I'm RIGHT!
Oh, Zephyr winds, which blow on high...
lift me now, so I can get a Slurpee!
The Australian version of "When Harry Met Sally".
They couldn't afford William Shatner...
My American friend, Steve, certainly won't forget that....
Ain't nothing wrong with relations....hot, lovely relations....
Too...many...possible...comments...can't...choose....just...one...
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