I have a friend [AHEM. Excuse me, a “friend”) who is always bragging about her husband. First of all, no one likes a bragger. Second, trust me when I say there is nothing to brag about there… I mean, in some circles (really small, almost miniscule circles) Frank’s considered to be a lovely guy. But to be frank, I’m shocked he’s even able to get out of bed and dress himself. In any case, I got an email from my “friend” today  boasting, “Frank’s going away to Thailand on business and he said he’ll pay for me to have a GIRLS’ WEEKEND while he’s gone!” OK. Let’s get a couple of things straight here: A. What kind of business can a man who works the at the Sports Chalet possibly have in Thailand? (Is “business” code for ”Frank wants to bang underage hookers in a foreign land”? And B. A “girls’ weekend”? I can’t think of anything I’d like less… (Seriously. I cannot think of ANYTHING.)