THE LONGEST WEEK

I shoulda known. The week before I go on leave would seemingly drag on forever. Well, it did seem that way. And major B.S. cropping up on the last three days of the week didn't help things any. But the week did end. Eleven days off. Yee frickin' ha! Day after tomorrow, the family touches down here on the left coast. Nothing to do now but prepare for their arrival. Said preparation consists, in large part, of research into exciting things to do while they're here. I got me some ideas. Don't know if they'll like any of my ideas, but I got a bunch of 'em.