By Wyatt Earp | August 12, 2009
By the time you read this, I will officially be on vacation.
That’s right, kids. Nine glorious days of doing nothing but waking up at noon, eating chocolate chip cookie dough from the tube, blasting Nirvana from my stereo, and walking around in my underwear! Whoo hoo!
Okay, that is not entirely correct, so I guess I had better come clean. The wife and I have a few things planned for the week, and as an added bonus, the boys and I will be spending next Wednesday at Thunder Over the Boardwalk – Atlantic City’s Air Show. Suh-weet!
I think most of my regular readers know this by now, but if not, I’ll mention it here: I really need this vacation. I need a vacation from the shootings and the stabbings. I need a vacation from the toads I have to deal with every day. Basically, I need a vacation from Philadelphia.
I also desperately need a vacation from blogging. Posting 4-5 times a day, covering for Captain America at First In, and handling my writing duties at Family Security Matters is wearing me out. And to be completely honest, if I didn’t get this break, I would have probably shut down SYLG. It’s that bad right now. There isn’t enough time in the day for all of the things I do, and it breaks my heart that I cannot read and/or comment on your blogs that much anymore.
It’s nothing personal; I just don’t have the time.
Hopefully, a full and complete break will recharge the batteries and get me excited about posting again. (Actually, I am positive the break will do that.) I’ll be here for the rest of the week, but as of Saturday, this blog belongs to RT – and anyone else who wants to help out with occasional posting. (If you’re interested, let me know.) I’m taking next week off. I won’t check the blog, I won’t ask about hits, and I won’t even go on the internet for a week. It’ll be bliss!
In the meantime, this is my To Do List:
1. Spend every minute of sunlight with the kids.
2. Buy a nice bottle of Captain Morgan and drink rum and Cokes until I can’t feel feelings anymore.
3. Not worry about Weight Watchers points for seven days. Screw it, I’ll lose any weight I gain when I get back to work.
If I can accomplish that, I should be good for another year. So, that’s where we stand. In the meantime, I’ll be listening to Nirvana.
Now, let’s rock this joint!