Bahamas T Shirt Quotes

I restrained the urge to slam my door. On the right stood a teenage guy with thick chestnut hair, chocolatey brown eyes, and the kind of perfectly square jaw I thought only existed on models. He wore khaki pants and a white shirt - classic preppy gear, though on him it looked incredibly hot. The man on the left had black hair with wings of pure white at the temples, and unbelievable blue eyes the color of the Caribbean. Not that I've ever seen the Caribbean, but I swear you could have cut and pasted his eyes right into an ad for the Bahamas. Meanwhile, I looked like I didn't know how to operate a washing machine. My shorts had a glob of strawberry jelly on them from breakfast, my wrinkled gray T-shirt looked like it had been slept in (which it had), and my Seattle Mariners baseball hat had a dark ring around the brim. Grandma practically winced as her gaze traveled up and down my outfit. Her taste runs toward matching velour tracksuits, so I don't usually worry about her opinion much. Still, this time I think she was right.

The Long and Winding Silk Road We are cut of one cloth, so many feet to the bolt of silk that stands on a factory floor in Shenzhen to fashion Hawaiian shirts for Tommy Bahama and wedding Kimonos for Takashimaya in my dream. The factory goes bankrupt and the surplus silk sold, some ending up in the hands of a community theater for its production of the King and I. A swathe of white silk undulates across the high school auditorium stage, representing the frozen Ohio River in the play within a play. Silken strands of our DNA coil around each other to form a double helix and we are oblivious actors on a cosmic Silk Road, trading cultural memes in this human network, in a play within a play within a dream.

You just can’t keep your ass out of trouble, can you?” Kowalski said. The big man had stripped out of his protective wetsuit and wore boots, a pair of knee-length cargo shorts, and a Tommy Bahama shirt.