This weekend I was scheduled to go to my firm partnership retreat. Hundreds of lawyers bonding and on their best behavior. I’m actually sorry I’ll be missing it. Evidence of a sick mind, if ever there was. Instead, I’ll be traveling to a Texas city to attend my brother’s memorial. Will my pedophile brother-in-law be in attendance? Stay tuned.
In more upbeat news, I’ve been learning a little Italian for my upcoming trip. Today I learned the very important phrase: Del vino, per favore. I’d say, I’m all set.
Because typing on this iPad is so tedious, I’m cutting this one short.