I know, I know, I'm taking off weekends lately like it's my job.
But at least this time my hiatus is not for some lame reason like running a race, visiting my family in Michigan or heading down South to see my newborn niece. No, this time I have a legitimate excuse for taking time off, and it involves remedying a fading Summer tan and two and a half day's worth of wearing nothing but a push-'em-up-and-out bikini top and trolling the shores of St. Michael's for a man in Halliburton-logo swim trunks.
Some dogs sniff out narcotics, some sense natural disasters and still others know when there's an illegal immigrant hiding around the corner -- mine, strangely enough, has a nose for all-powerful, apple-shaped Republicans.
Don't you, smunchkin-pie?
See you bright and early on Monday morning!