It’s that time again: #ScrantonTweets at the Beach.
Last year, my father planked. The year prior, I got him drunk on margaritas (just two!). What should I have him do this year?
My friend Leslie, a psychologist, is joining me at the beach. I’m a little concerned about her reaction to my family. Wouldn’t you be?
You still have at least one new post coming per day–hope you’ll check in between barbecues, beach trips and hangovers.
Don’t worry about me posting that I’ll be away. First, I live in an apartment building with several levels of security. Second, I have a friend staying in my place for some of the time. Third, everything in my apartment is covered in a layer of dust because I haven’t called the cleaning lady for ages.