Angry Dad

This is the kind of thing that gets me all fired up in the morning.

It's Official

Me no likey the water.

It wants to kill me.

By filling my lungs with itself.

I'm not writing off all of Hawaii yet, as I really do enjoy paying $77 for lunch. Could anything be more decadent? Someday I will discourse on my love of bourgeois indulgence. Lots 'o thoughts spinning around.

I tired very quickly of "mahalo," but have now decided to embrace it for the joke that it clearly is. My moment of clarity came about as I was in a grocery store and I heard a woman with the same voice and inflection as Roz from Monsters, Inc. come over the loud speaker and say "Aisle six. Aisle six is now open. Mahalo."

Okay now a quick nap and it is off to the $325 luau.