Pawlie Kokonuts, speaking in the condescending and off-putting third person, is off for several days to the Adirondacks.
Vac time, baby.
No Internet, no phone, no faxes, no emails (probably no sex either: too many moose [mooses? mice?] and loons, is my excuse). And I most certainly left no number for work. Well, there is no number. No phone, remember? And my cellphone has little or no coverage up there. Splendid.
If you need to reach me, just go to PrivateNudistRetreatForPotBelliedMemoirists.com.
(Fellow naturalists: Don't you just hate it the way sand and ants find their way into all those cracks?)
You all behave now, ya hear?
