I just want to lie on a beach and eat hot dogs…

…so that’s exactly what I’m planning to do the rest of this week. That, and drink margaritas and frolic in the waves and build sandcastles and collect seashells. And drink margaritas. Did I mention that one already?

Yours truly is flitting off for a four-day vacation to the sunny beaches of the Carolinas (it pays to have rich relatives), but I’ll give you some food for thoughts later this week, and possibly even a review if the mood strikes. In between the margaritas, of course.