The Sisterhood of the Traveling Valbowskis

I've been on vacation a few days, and it hasn't exactly provided me with a wealth of material, but I'll try.

What do you think it feels like to go to bed thinking, "Man, another day of transcribing Maury tomorrow for closed captioning." I just wonder.

"I've been cheating."
"You've been what?"
"With your sister."
"What? How you gonna play me like that?"
"I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? You're sorry? My sister! Why you gone do me like that?"
"Honey I'm sorry."
"Oh no don't you honey me."

And so on...


I've come to the conclusion that I will refuse to buy pairs of pants that are given names. For example, you will not see me strutting around wearing "Hayden." What does that even mean? It's been common for women's slacks in the last few years, but I had yet to have seen it in the men's section until this week, when I discovered the trend was spreading without boundaries. No, I will not don "Raphael," you won't find me wearing "Zeke," and I most certainly will not put on a pair of "Ricky." What do you name completely sane, normal jeans for normal people? "Steve?" I'd probably go with that.


Hutch gossip: McDonalds drive-thru is now open 24 hours a day...

P.S. I've been told I need to add rankings to this thing, as that was the trademark of the Valbo over the years, so if anyone has ideas, I'd be happy to entertain them.