When I opened my front door this morning, a warm beam of sunlight caressed my face and the air was thick with the promise of new life.
Ah yes, springtime is upon us. And boy is it terrible.
It’s enough to make you want to bite the head off a chocolate bunny and retire to bed until the chill of autumn returns. Instead I’ll be fleeing to Las Vegas to seek shelter at Eli Roth’s Goretorium; one of the nation’s precious few year-round haunted attractions. I will also be taking in a Def Leppard show at the Hard Rock. I know, don’t be jealous.
My weekend in Vegas constitutes a belated birthday celebration. Let’s hope things turn out better for me than they did for this poor fellow. Details upon my return.
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