Bret is in Las Vegas until Monday for "work." I don't think when you go to the city that never sleeps and stay in a room that's costing your boss $400 or so bucks a night that you get to say that you're "at work." Don't let him fool you when he talks about it... he might have to get dressed up (that wedding suit comes in handy yet again), might have to talk about TVs for hours a day, and might have to hang out with colleagues all day, but still: Vegas, nice room, no diapers, an expense account that rivals few others. Again, work I call it not.
Grant keeps saying that Daddy is in China, and I think I'll let Grant continue in his ignorance. He might get kind of mad to think that Daddy's off in America's playground all the while Mommy and Grant are practically housebound by the cold.
So, Honey (which Grant now calls us from time to time), if you even have time while off "working" to check in on your family back here in the heartland of America, here's a pic and smile:
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