Well, here we are in beautiful Ustronie Morskie, Coney Island on the Baltic, it’s sort of like Ibiza except that instead of hip young college kids from all over the world, you’ve got lots of Polish people with little kids and a sprinkling of Czechs and Germans. I
Mercede and Bristol, back when they were still friends and before Bristol went all Michael Jackson with the plastic surgery
yelled at my daughter in English and a few people looked around curiously, like “what language is that?”
The sky is gray, it’s windy as hell and very unsummerlike but as we walked along the beach today I realized what a good thing that was. We took a lovely, long walk along a relatively uncrowded beach and I knew that the only reason it was uncrowded was because the sun wasn’t out. I do hope we get in a few swimming days this vacation, and I know the kids will be seriously bummed if we don’t, but today was lovely.
Anyway, I’ve been off the internet for 2 days and the world hasn’t come to an end. It hasn’t gotten any better – the Democrats failed to retake the state Senate in Wisconsin, and somehow Kathy Nicklaus had a hand in that again. How the hell does she keep getting away with it? Liberal pundits are trying to spin it as a liberal victory, but that’s bullshit. They stole another one.
Mercede Johnston posed for Playboy, apparently, which raises two very interesting questions. 1. Does anybody buy Playboy any more? and 2. Why? Don’t they have the internet?
Speaking of the Johnston-Palin clan, Track’s wife Britta, who he married 3 months ago, gave birth to a baby girl, which confirmed what everybody suspected about the reason for their wedding. Kyla Grace. At least the girls in that family don’t get names like Track, Trig, and Tripp.
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