Dear Flutterboard,
I like the way you and I go around together. After a hard day like yesterday, only you could bring me the joy that I needed to face today.
When I wrap my hands around you and begin to kick my heart fills with so much happiness that I think it will burst. While I'm kicking, the sound in my head sounds just like one of those cars on the Jetsons, like I'm your "space-aged" outboard motor and, because of that, and your shapely styrofoam bouyant body, I'm pretty sure that I could go on kicking forever.
Sometimes I don't even want to do the laps that come after my time with you. I mean, who wants to do the crawl after they've had the flutterboard?
Not this girl. No siree. I say all flutterboard, all the time. Ow!
Until tonight,
xoxooxox Kim "straight from the hip" Steele