@George-K said in Okay, Aqua…:

YOUR TV?

Fuckety fuck.

No, MIL's. My kid.

@Mik said in Okay, Aqua…:

Not yours, I hope.

How did they manage that little feat of mayhem?

Oh yeah, joint effort. Fucking plastic golf clubs they got from who knows where. I was taking a shit, wife and BIL were dealing with dinner, whole thing happened in about 5 seconds.

Ironically, we're not pissed. OLEDs are fragile, the two kids are barely 4 and they don't have those kinds of toys at home. This was really their first real opportunity to break something. So, shit happens.

So, we'll replace the damn TV, that's no problem. The problem, really, is SIL. She is going to lay the fuck in to BIL, depend on it. It could get quite real.

Ohhh shit son! It's real now! The grandkids broke the TV. Fuckin' hell arm yourselves.

@Mik said in Okay, Aqua…:

So are you home or still in the barbarian encampment?

Still very much embedded.

Classic:

"Is there any coffee around?"
"We have PLENTY of coffee, we have TONS of it, it's all good it's from [unintelligible]."
"Is this one decaf? Kinda smells li—"
"We don't have DECAF in here, NOTHING is DECAF in here, it's all REAL COFFEE!!"

Meanwhile, back in reality, there's a tin, a small Tupperware container and three glass jars of coffee grounds. The coffee inside the jars smells sour and moldy. Like, puke-inducing. I wasn't even aware coffee could get that old. And while there's no way to tell where it came from, the expiration date on the tin was from 1.6 presidential administrations ago.

The only almost-drinkable coffee in the entire house came from the small Tupperware container. Which someone put a decaf coffee label in. Presumably so people would know what kind it was.

More KIND bars. Because unlike what's in the fridge, they fulfill basic nutritional requirements while at the same time don't put me in the hospital.

I thought this was going to be about the things under your plate.

@Mik said in The shell you say:

Also breakfast at Camino’s, incredible bake and coffee shop. Lunch at Bobby Boy’s, a French patisserie. Also fantastic.

All baked goods here would make Paula Deen proud.

Sounds awesome. You're definitely making the most out of the trip!

I'll say 7.