I dropped Mrs. Pool Bar and her friend off at the airport this morning for their flight to Europe. Yup, she's taking a two-week vacation and leaving me and the boys to fend for ourselves for the next two weeks.
I figure by the time she gets back, me and the boys will have turned feral and might be looking something like this:
Apologies in advance if my blog posts start to sound like an unintelligible series of grunts. Well, more so than usual.