Monday, August 22, 2011
Our Nationally Lampooned V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N:
Need I say more?
Of course there is this:
And never mind Lady M’s Raushenberg-meets-Mondrian skirt, what the hell’s wrong with Big Guy?
He looks like he’s just been served with divorce papers.
By Debbie Wasserman Schultz.
And what’s up with the brown and blue uniform? Do we not own any other “vacation casual” clothes? Don’t make me call Naomi Wolfe in again.
Actually, the Wons were just ordering takeout from Nancy’s (specializing in all things fried: Fried Shrimp, Fish & Chips, Scallops, Calamari, Clams (whole belly) or Clam Strips – oh, and lobster rolls, of course) while Big Guy monitored the Libyan situation. Work, work, work you know, because he won’t rest until… well, you know.
And for those of you deliberating over the probability of a boob job: don’t focus on the odds, focus on the over/under cup size. I of course can neither confirm nor deny.
Butt you do the math.
Dang! This blue tee used to fit perfectly. Otherwise, why would I ever have bought it?
Even though things are, uh…”shaping up” quite nicely on Martha’s, I’m thinking of cutting my road trip short.There could be trouble in our vacation paradise.
It’s beginning to remind me of Walley World all over again.
Maybe someone should check under the hood before we attempt to push this puppy any further down the road. You know, just in case the pistons are shot, or our gaskets are blown. Or we’ve just run out of gas.