Actually, it's a "lanai", jon. Of course, I understand if you don't want to change now, you have no interest and accuracy and after all it took you two weeks of diligent posting effort to figure out it's not spelled "Cabanna".
Well, it looks like all of our senior citizens on the board got their delivery of "crazy gas" today. Guns, and the President being arrested (first wet dream Wilkes has had in 50 years), fakecho shrieking incoherent "insults" at bshipley. You girls go on with your bad selves. It's time for a little lunch, a beer and then back out into the waves, which rise and fall...there's a metaphor for "T" performance in there somewhere, but I'm too tired and lazy to think it through.
Sounds really nice. I'm stuck in a depressing defunct mining town in Virginia with a gassy 15 year old Rat Terrier as my only company. The high point of my life is looking out the living room window and waiting for the mailman every day. Sometimes my Social Security check comes and I can run down to the store and buy ammo. Even if it's just a couple of 22 shells, anything to do with guns is like German kink porn for me. It's the only thing that makes me feel alive and I cannot get enough..(!!) I know it's a sad life, which is both small and constantly diminishing but it's the best I could put together with my being essentially uneducated, functionally illiterate and steeped in the myth that my white American "male" superiority would guarantee me riches...oh, that and my "good looks". TeeHee..(!!)