Monday, May 25, 2015


When you are too lazy to vacation for real, have a husband who likes to stay within a tight radius of home, and have to work on Tuesday, you resort to taking advantage of your loving cousin and their glorious home.  The company is tip top, the Dr. Pepper flows, they deliver grilled meat to your lounge chair, and they lease their infant for baby snuggles.  "When you're done with that diaper, can you crack me open some more pistachios?"

Though all his swim gear reads differently, I wouldn't exactly call him a fish.


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