Weekend Getaway

Every once in a while, I like to sweep up the family for a weekend getaway. Doesn’t have to be anything spectacular. Hit the beach. The desert. I call them up and say, “On my way. Pack a bag and meet me outside!” Thing is, when we get back… The kitchen, for one – There are scattered dishes that looks like they’re moving because of all the ants.

You guys, when I say weekend getaway, I don’t literally mean Getaway! Drop everything! Don’t flush, run! Police aren’t coming. A bomb’s not about to go off. Although now, looks like it did.