Instead of sipping on a cosmo at the bar of our hotel right now and raiding Jerry's pillow of chocolate, I'm home helping Allison battle out what I think is a case of the two-year molars five months early. Which, judging by how early her first tooth came in, is right on schedule.
Of course I'm upset Jerry and I couldn't have our free getaway weekend to Atlantic City compliments of his morning show, which is doing some live broadcasts from there this week, but it just wasn't meant to be. First they switched weekends which didn't match up with the time I had requested off, then I threw out my back, then Alli got a fever, then I just gave up.
My side of the hotel bed went to our neighbor, Dave, who was able to step in and go last minute. And, frankly, with as much as he has helped us around the house, he deserves it. He's saved us way more money than a two-day trip to Jersey.
In the meantime, I have plenty of time to write, read and stick my thumb up my ass. And speaking of putting fingers in anal cavities, here's this month's letter leftovers: