I know, I know, I have a nerve. I've been a total stranger lately. Know why? Because I've been on vacation, that's why.
Call me a freakazoid for sacrificing my Klout score, but the real score is this: I desperately needed to unplug and unwind and do a whole lot of what you see here.
I'm still out here, in the wooded shelter of the great unknown, contemplating nothing weightier than my navel, where to drive for dinner and when I last sprayed my shorties with sunscreen.
Speaking of sunscreen....
It's been a heatwave here in New York State and MAN it's been hotter than Hades. We've been logging in so much pool time, you'll be able to smell the chlorine long before we cross the Kosciusko. In all honesty, we couldn't have pulled it off without some serious protection from the sun's relentlessly beating rays. Because we've been out here all day, every day.
But wouldn't you know it, I forgot to pack the sunscreen. So I dart into a local pharmacy and lo and behold, grab me some Banana Boat. I chose this kind, because it has fewer chemicals to pollute our already turtle-shell hard city skin.
No burns to speak of thus far.
Considering the sun index is, like Nigel Tufnel's guitar, up to 11, I consider this quite an accomplishment.
Banana Boat has this thing going called 101 Days Of Summer Fun. As it turns out, this campaign melts impeccably into my personal M.O.
All you have to do is pledge to have a blast with your kids this summer. For every pledge we make, Banana Boat will donate a bottle of sunscreen to The Hole In The Wall Gang Camp - a nonprofit that shows kids with cancer and other serious illness, some serious camp style fun.
Wanna do it? Just pledge here.
Alright, enough sitting at this hot dining table, staring at computer keys. Time to cop a swim.
See you next week, when I'll resume my usual foolishness.