That's not a typo in the title, folks. This week, there is no O in work. That's because the O is on vacation. Dress codes and proper hygiene be damned. Out with the khakis and hair combing, in with the gym shorts and vacation beard.

I'm not going anywhere either. I'll be playing dad in the mornings, and playing sloth in the afternoons. I'll be watching The Young and the Restless daily. I'm not ashamed. I plan on doing some yardwork, coming inside, laying on the floor in my underwear while watching TV, with a can of Pepsi Lime and a bag of Sunchips strategically placed nearby, as to avoid unnecessary movement. I plan on playing at least 36 holes of golf. I'm going to do so much blog commenting this week, you all are going to get sick of me and the vole animations. I plan on making it through my entire iTunes playlist. Finally, I am going to prank call my job several times, ending each call with a loud:

"WRK IS FOR SUCKERS!" (click)

I love vacations.