Ang and the kids leave in the morning for a week long "holiday" (Thanks Horsham) to Myrtle Beach with my in-laws.
I'll be home by myself, working and watching the Red Sox all week, and eating dinners composed of pizza rolls, Hot Pockets, and leftover pizza.
I'll also have the whole house to myself, keeping the tv on NESN and ESPN unless the game is on AND getting on the computer before 9 at night.
Also, I won't have to pick up the same 100 toys every 10 minutes, referee the latest Rakes vs Trot UFC match, and listen to Ciera scream "GET OUT OF MY ROOM" to either one of the boys for a week.
Angie will have to fend for herself in getting them fed, cleaned up, bathed, read to, and in bed every night while I'll be at home living the life of a bachelor for the first time in 15 years.
And I already miss them, and they aren't even gone yet: this is gonna be a LONG week.
Have fun guys: and Dad loves you.
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