Husband and I are outta here like we stole somethin’. At least that’s what he tells me. He’s much more hip than I am.

We’re on vaca this week, but never fear. There’s still going to be some good stuff comin’ at ‘cha and – psh – it’s not like we’re not going to have our phones with us. Psh. What’s a vacation without the iPhone? Once you have an iPhone, are you even allowed to be without it for more than a day? I don’t think so. I think that’s in the fine print of the contract or something. Where you stamp your bloody fingerprint next to the line that says, “I cannot live without my iPhone.” And then they put this microchip in your hand … or your forehead … which ever you prefer.

All that to say I’ll be around. But if I’m not … it’s ’cause I’m really not. Glad we cleared that up.

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Buckle. Up.