A successful vacation! Kites were flown, boardwalk food was eaten, golf carts were ridden, my wife got to make a camp fire, many dogs were seen and made much of, a moose plushie was won in an epic battle with a claw machine*, and I slept a remarkable amount of hours. A good Mother’s Day was had by all.
Moe Lane
*As it went into the hopper I half-hissed, half-shouted: To the last, I grapple with thee; for hate’s sake, I spit my last venom at thee in full Khan Noonian Singh mode. By now, my wife doesn’t even roll her eyes. She has become resigned to my little ways.
I noticed that they always put those claw machines right out where everyone can see you, so I always assumed that a performance was expected of me.
*Nice touch using his full name; obsessive yet respectful.
Agreed about the name use.
Did you work out enough so you could do justice to Khan’s pecs? Dude was ripped considering he was in his 60s.
Claw machines: the carny interpretation of the Myth of Sisyphus.