Great Caesar’s ghost!

Those were the words which spilled forth from these quivering lips when GiGi Price, my Uncle Paul’s youngest daughter, sauntered into the bathroom just as I stepped from the shower in my birthday suit.

This newly minted teenager immediately retreated to the safety of the shower, hastily covering his nakedness with the curtain hanging from the dowel rod overhead.

“Don’t have a cow, Tiny,” quipped the 19-year-old with black spectacles, trying to conceal the amusement splashed across her face. “If you didn’t want anyone barging in during your scrub-a-dub session, you should’ve locked the door; besides, you ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Dude, get out!

After enjoying a fun-filled day at Kings Dominion, my family and I decided to make one more stop before h

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