So i did take a vacation and, loser or not, it was at my parents' home. And it's not like they live in a farway land, like Canada or Ohio. They're right over the river and through the Pine Barrens in Jersey.
Laugh away, jerkies. Smirk all you want.
While you had to wonder how that formica bed table in Wildwood Crest got that burn mark, I was a spoiled rotten baby at mommy and daddy's house. They even walked my dog for me.
I tell you what...if they'd been that nice to me back in the 90s, my fat ass would still be living with them.
All in all, a spectacularly relaxing week in the life.
On to Parisian preparations.