Welcome, welcome back to me more. It's been a few weeks here.

It's been a while. I blame you, as always. Well, I'm not one who was gallivanting in Hawaii for the past three weeks.

Well, like I was telling you, the problem is, like, it was great, right?

Great trip.

But it goes to prove, like, I have two little kids.

You have one little girl.

I have two little girls.

There's no thing you can do as a parent.

Like, we're in paradise.

The kids wake up and they get to go water slide and go to the pool and sunbathe and play and see all the

go in a train ride around like a you know Hawaiian plantation all amazing things eat yummy

poolside food all day you got nothing to complain about the world is your oyster and what do

whiny turds do half the time crying whining about whatever she

stole my french fry i my my butt hurts right bathing suits too tight it's like you just want to shake

them little a holes well yeah that's that's why you know that's why rich kids are so uh are so

snotty because they just get that all the time growing up.

And, uh, yeah, one little thing goes wrong. They get a splinter and then the world's ending.

Yeah. Dad buys them a car to make them feel better. Yeah. It was ridiculous. But also, if you can't tell by my voice, those of you watching and listening, I am hung over as hell.

Started off innocently enough yesterday, Odie.

I had a martini.

I think the Hawaii, like the time changed and everything.

Like I woke with the headache.

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