Miranda Lambert is awesome, but I wouldn’t consider her music, “love-making” music. I mean ‘at the baggage claim, there’s a lot of luggage in your name’, is not conducive to setting a romantic mood. But so it goes that males, no matter what the species, can do it anytime, anywhere, anyhow. But I digress.

I look forward to Wednesdays. It’s my personal day. I work out in the morning and then God willing, if the weather in Wrightsville Beach is as beautiful as ever, I go to the south end to write. So this past Wednesday I found the perfect spot, set up my chair and turned on my iTunes, choosing my Miranda Lambert playlist. I lay back in my chair clearing my head, listening to the gently rolling waves and waiting for inspiration. Thirty minutes later there is a racket beside to my side. I looked over and there in the sand were a bunch of Terns, some with wings fanned out, necks extended and heads low marching toward the ones with their asses in the air!  And then, bow, chica, wow, wow.

For God’s sake, I didn’t come out here to see all that! It was awkward. No one else on the beach had Terns mating around their chair. I felt a bit responsible for bringing sexy back to the beach. Next time, headphones!