It's been a pretty mellow summer so far. Seattle (State Motto: "We don't NEED no stinkin' summer") has been all-too mild and overcast. I'm tired of hearing about states where there is "sun" and "heat." Who are you people?
On the travel front, I'm looking forward to returning to the Mile High Homeland in a little over a week. Then it's off to San Diego for some nostalgia with my junior high poodle-perm-compadre and then finally off to Napa Valley for some convertible-driving, spa-visiting, merlot guzzling goodness with my SSB.
I've become hooked on the VH1 reality shows "The Surreal Life" and "Celebrity Fit Club," only because it gives me an excuse to reference Balki at the water cooler at work. As someone said to me over the weekend, "What, cousin Larry's too good to be on VH1?" Exactly, folks.
And with that, I think that sums up the past three weeks. You were expecting something more exciting that that? You and me both, amigos. Here's the breaking the Curse of The Summer Malaise.