On this July 4 weekend, I am going to...

Can you get to the southeast by 10 a.m.?
That's when the pontoon leaves the dock, and you're all invited! OK, well, maybe not Chef. Only people with all 10 toes are invited.

 

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Cool. Wait for me at the dock, OK?

 

Work through to Sunday about noon, then take the rest of that day off.

Then, work Monday to Friday, when I start vacation ... my first in two years.

(Last year's vacation got sidetracked when my mom got sick.)

 

Work Friday, spend some time getting reacquainted with my bike....Haven't ridden as much as I would like to this year. Maybe a cookout.

Oh yeah, a Twilight Zone marathon on Sci-Fi.

 

1) play with my newborn son in the two minutes a day that he's not breastfeeding, crying, sleeping or pooping.

2) take my daughter to the town pool and make her feel less jealous

3) cater to my still recovering wife

4) try not to kill people in my London office who think that paternity leave plus a national holiday means that they have a green light to bother me since 6 this morning.

5) hopefully attend a bbq.

 

work.
try to catch some fireworks
drink heavily.
repeat for tomorrow.

 

visiting family, golf with friends, eat well, swim in the pool and then prepare to give a eulogy on Monday.

 

... attend a friend's grillout, eating brats and steak tips while watching baseball and consuming large amounts of Dr Pepper and Mountain Dew.

 

Watched hot dog contest on TV, played some backyard baseball with some relatives who are in town...now work until at least Sunday.

 

...work far too much for far too long, and pray the rain stays away.
...repeat tomorrow.

 

holding an umbrella over the charcoal...effin rain.

 

I've run out of propane. Fourth of July and I've run out of goddamn propane before one thing is cooked.

I am fail. [hanging head in shame]