| If there is one thing, and one thing only that you learn about being grown up it is that vacations abso-f-in RULE .
They rock on such a level above traditional snow days and the likes, because you know full well that you could be at work. Instead you are, for instance in California this weekend. Eat it office!
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| Dear random meat head working out at the Y last night:
Yeah, good idea with the muscle shirt, and the bandanna. Playing the game right, working on "The Gunz" (most likely what he - lets call him Chad - refers to them as.) Chad thinks that hes got his game set out for him - and that women around him are wondering who this incredible guy is.
They're not wondering that.
They're wondering why they hear the muscle-ripping, ultra manly song stylings of Beyonce blaring out of his headphones as he struts over to the bicep machine for yet another set of 5 at 50.
Sorry buddy, swing and a miss
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| Speaking of snowmen. There's a frosty one down by Martha's Vineyard that is sculpted in the traditional greco-roman bust form. It really is quite exquisite. Now all I have to do is run it down in a vehicle while yelling "Yule Tide this!"
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