Of Curtis, the Lady, the Flu

Good Lord, the flu sucks. We’ve been passing it around my house these last few weeks like a skinny J on prom night.

Or maybe like musical chairs, only instead of prize for winning ‘it,’ you get diarrhea.

Guess how many kids shat the bed in my house during the last three weeks?

Answer: none. That could have been a parenting dealbreaker.

But waves continue to tickle our delicate shores, and humans continue wanting to ride on them, so surfboards must be made!

Here’s the first one I got to carve our after a week in bed. It’s a 7’4 Lady for Curtis, who called and left the following message:

“I need a midlength for _ _ _ _ _ I _ _   _ _ _.”

That was pretty much it. Curtis isn’t one for conversation, so I took a stab at 7’4.

The Lady is a trim machine: round on the bottom, round on the top, round on the corners.

Single with a flex fin, or 2+1 with a flex fin. Slingshots off the bottom!

I'm going back to bed now.