Dilf is going on a week vacation to San Francisco starting tomorrow.Sure, if you were to ask him, he'd say something about training this and client visit that, but it seems like a vacation to me.
Especially since I'm going to be a single parent next week. I don't like that at all, because all of a sudden I'm outnumbered, and the enemy is cunning and relentless.
Normally, I use my size and terrifying demeanor to subdue them, but I don't know if I'll have the energy for it next week. Dilf may return to find me catatonic on the floor, tied up, with suction-cup arrows stuck to my head and a week's worth of dirty dishes and debris piled up around me ... ÜberGirlies performing a triumphant victory dance, naked, around my prone form.
Then again, I could rally... especially if it's nice outside and I can shove Girlies out the door to play. Let's look at next week's forecast.
I'm doomed. DOOMED!
