If you’re reading this and you aren’t on your way to your cottage, then you probably aren’t me. I was really tempted to say “… then you probably aren’t funemployed” which is a pretty great word aside from my general hatred of words that were once two words and are now just one (see my archives on ‘staycation‘). Hmm, so it appears I’ve digressed.
Anyways, what I was trying to get at is that I’m at the cottage. If you’re reading that here, on the internet, well, that means you aren’t there with me, so you’re probably pretty jealous. Life’s tough that way. You have two choices here; you can drive up and hang out with me or you can leave angry comments (or fun comments, I guess) for me to read when I get back on Sunday.
The ball is in your court, internet people. The ball is in your court.