Making like a tree and getting out of here

Well, dear readers, I'm off to Michigan (for my cousin's wedding) for the weekend. I'm running about 15 minutes late, and that's after cutting lunch short so I could finish work.

Imagine that -- not staying for dessert so I could WORK! What a disaster!

The weekend should be interesting, particularly because it will be the first time for my parents meeting J1. That, and the weather forecast is calling for temperatures around 90 in Michigan. And my parents don't have AC. And my mom believes it is immoral to wear shorts. Yeah, this is going to be fun.

See you all Monday, or maybe Sunday night.

Just so that no one thinks I'm an idiot who does not understand similes, the title of this post is a reference to the outstanding classic movie of time travel, Back to the Future. It was actually my second choice title, after "I'm off like a prom dress." However, BRY is ostensibly a family-friendly, or at least work-safe, site. So I decided to leave the overt reference to images of wanton teen sex to the small type, rather than the headline. Hey, you don't have to thank me. I'm just a nice guy like that!