Ten Nine Eight I’m Always Counting

The thing about vacations – even the ones taken at home – is that each day fills with more things to do than there are hours in which to do those things. There should be a formula:

V = What the hell, it’s dinnertime and I just ate brunch!

Yes, that’s true. You should also know my cousin the hairdresser and I decided our tiny town needs nothing with a greater urgency than a tiki bar.

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