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.

Bearing humiliation—a day in the life

Pretty sure four-year-old Miss V did not read my post about colonoscopies yesterday.

And yet…