More like burnt, harried, and woefully unprepared. That's right, I'm back from vacation. Let's not get all weepy.
And I've discovered that no trip taken with a 6 1/2 month old can properly be termed a "vacation." At least, not by my definition, which traditionally involves sleeping until 2 in the afternoon after doing tequila shots all night with that girl with the large Adam's apple by the pool.
Over a momentous several days which saw, among other things, the death of a Hollywood icon (and star of such films as Delta Force 3 and Tomboy), the...uh, impressive box office debut of a political documentary, and some compelling election news, there's a lot to catch up on. So, typically, I'm not even going to try.
More surprising to me than Kerry choosing Edwards (shock) or Marlon Brando finally slipping the surly bonds of his ponderous bulk (gasp) was my discovery - while eagerly reading about his latest marriage - that Dennis Quaid used to be hitched to Rock and Roll High School's P.J. Soles. If they'd wanted it to last, they would've waited until their third marriage, which (as Jenifer Lopez and Quaid himself will soon be able to prove to us) is the one that really means something.
P.J. Soles was also in Stripes - and she was a total babe. Quaid's landed her AND Meg Ryan ... not a bad track record of women to wake up next to.
Well, at least Kerry didn't choose Brando as a running mate. He coulda been a contender.