The heat has broken...thank heavens. It is now 65, which is A-OK with me.
After a protracted battle with El Jefe (my boss) involving limited tactical nuclear weapons and viciously thrown bobble-headed dolls, I have secured 5 coveted days of Paid Time Off. I plan to spend said PTO in the fine Twin Cities of Minneapolis and Saint Paul. Barring a run in with the notoriously overzealous MSP Airport Police (motto: "Keeping Bathrooms Safe Since 1876") I will be back on BrownontheBeach Monday September 17.
Grandma Angie is not well, and will need the happy feelies from all Brown on the Beach devotees. Owen Wilson doesnt need them anymore, so send em north.
No comments:
Post a Comment