My dad and Cherie took me and Julia to a fancy-schmancy resort (in Bastrop, of all places) this weekend, and I went and got myself severely sunburned. Holy bajeebus, it's-a-really-bad. For details on the resort, check Julia's blog, as I'm certain she'll be posting about it soon.
Fortunately, it's only on my back, and nowheres else.
My beautiful and adoring wife just sang to me the song "Rock Lobster" by the B-52s, substituting "half a lobster" into the lyrics for my benefit. Ha ha.
So, this blog-ule is way short, because I can only sit in my computer chair sideways, lest my various rubs and ointments smear.
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