2) I think that having access to a houseboat on the lake is a tremendous luxury for which I am grateful. There was much unwinding and chillaxification. Which, by the way, is now a word. I have decreed it so.
3) I think it's headspinning how fast the mania can return after intense chillaxification (that's right, used it again. Enjoy.) Wifefish and I both ended up stressed to the gills last night as life reminded us that it still likes to fuck with us. There was broken glass involved, and a repair bill. And today's to do list involves calls to both animal control and the repair company for the microwave that has still not been repaired 21 days later, despite paying the service fee already. Suffice to say, Dangerboy is going on a rampage this week. (Perfectly legal rampage, though.)
4) I think it's insane how much that little man eats. Little Danger consumed nearly as many calories as either Wifefish or I every day this weekend. And he's still a skinny-butt. Scientific conclusion? Growing burns calories. As does being cute. It's the only answer.
"He looks yummy. Can you run him by the fire and make him steak?"
"No, son, he's not steak. Not even a cow, actually."
"Fine, I'll pout then."*
5) I think I'm really tired of the TSA. Remember when I bitched about them earlier? Well, now they continue to rack up the negative publicity. Their VIPR (seriously? Are you guys working for Cobra Commander? Who does your PR, Destro?) teams are seen at train stations, bus stations, and even highway rest areas now. They are making little old ladies take off their Depends. My work schedule is going to have me traveling again soon, and I have to be honest...I'm not looking forward to it. If a donation page comes up here, you'll know it's for my bail.
Have a great Monday, and try to chillaxificate!
*This is a purely fictional conversation. I think he actually said "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaabf."