Life's A Beach

Well I am at the beach enjoying some much deserved vacation. We all arrived at the vacation home safely and without incident and most surprisingly, without traffic. We met the Hawkman family at church and learned that their beach abode was a little under the weather. I mean it was just minor complaints like a room smelling like cat piss or a screened in porch that looked like a hurricane victim or beds with dirty sheets. You know, the normal complaints. We had not arrived at our home so we had no way to know if we were going to suffer the same conditions.

We finally roll into casa de Jiggy. It was, lets say, just a little more suited to the needs of the Jiggy than the Hawkman Roach Motel. I sat around in the hot tub the first night and wondered aloud how to resolve my most pressing dilemma. Should I watch the Skins game on the 10 foot theater room HD tv or should I watch it up in the game room on a 60 inch plasma while playing pool. The father in law decided the best way to find an answer was to ask the Hawkman.

The trip has been going smoothly other than the Skins debacle. They are really pissing me off. Oh well. I will worry about that when I get home. We found the liquor store last night and if we can just get Nosaj to buy some beer we will be all good.

Oh yeah. One other thing. Hawkmans brother is going to be sued. We were playing a little friendly game of beach football when the oaf broke my toe. I think a cool million might make it feel a little better. I will keep you posted. The other highlight or lowlight from the football game was a beautiful Joe Montana like pass from the Jiggy to the Hawkman who should have just blown by Nosaj for yet another score but stumbled and bumbled like Fridge Perry in the wide open and fell a few yards short of the end zone.