I feel like I just returned to the happy Shire, and already Barbie’s Little Dream Truck is loaded down and pointed south. There is very little left to say at this point. I’m amazed anyone comes by at all. I realize I have groused and complained ad nauseum about the opportunity to spend a full day in the woods on my bike with my bros, and also about that cursed “free cruise to the Bahamas”. What can I say. Happy, upbeat journalism is unappealing. In this instance though, I am going to apply Occam’s Razor to the situation. A thing is most likely what it appears to be, or the simplest explanation is most often true. In that case, I have to admit the next two weeks aren’t much to complain about.
Although I still have my doubts.