What happens to my dad in Vegas… …stays in Vegas. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. When Dad returns (with a duty-free bottle), he can tell me all about it, and I won’t tattle to his Wife (unless she buys wine). He’ll probably be getting up to stuff like this: Yeah, that’s a diaper. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Bearing humiliation—a day in the life Pretty sure four-year-old Miss V did not read my post about colonoscopies yesterday. And yet… Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...