Jesus, if I have to show my tits to one more drunk group of frat boys....

Yes, it's Day One of Spring Break here.

The morning commenced in fine Spring Break form. The daughter and I walked down to our local diner to load up on lard and sugar-filled treats. Four out of five hung-over college students recommend lard and sugar-filled treats as a nutritious start to a day of debauchery. That fifth guy? Vegan dentist. We hates him.

When we left the house, it was sunny out. Less than an hour later, when we were returning from our breafkast, it was raining and I was without jacket. So, we walked home in the rain, while I kicked off Spring Break with my very own wet shirt competition. I totally won.

Afterwards, we spent the rest of the day at the Lawrence Hall of Science in Berkeley. This wholesome destination entertained us more than adequately. Maybe they should put that on their brochure. The highlight of the trip for me was when my daughter had to go to the restroom and I didn't have to go with her. Normally she requires adult assistance in a public bathroom, but she's well-versed in the nastiness of men's rooms, and chose instead to handle the task by herself in the always-charming ladies room.

My little baby girl, old enough now to spare us the horror of the men's bathroom. That's tear-sheddable. She's all growed up!

We did actually have a lovely day at the science museum. Bring it on, Day Two. I'm rolling.