Postcards from Cozumel #3

I could get used to this. Maybe I already am. We have settled into a comfortable island vacation routine.

Hang out by the pool/ocean, eat, drink, eat, drink, repeat.

Smooch has sent me a couple of emails and reports that all's well back at the ranch,

though in this one she's still looking a little shell-shocked by my absence, or so I'd like to think.

Ethel and I are doing what we usually do when we get together, i.e., acting silly.

Here we are trying to teach my sister to walk like an Egyptian.

She's getting the hang of it, though she still needs a little more practice with keeping her beverage cup level.

Wouldn't want her to spill any drops of that precious refreshment. 

It's still very hot and steamy, and one must stay properly hydrated.

One last pose before we sign off for today.

Ta-ta for now.