I know this post isn’t as timely as it could be, but it was too hard to type with a straightjacket. I got one hand free, and it seemed to make more sense to hold the wine glass. See, there’s something about a road trip with two children under age two, a minivan with multiple seating configurations and a shortage of Dunkin Donuts along the way that makes me want to choke myself to death with a puke-covered rag. Or write about and hope someone learns something. Happy belated Easter, everyone! Now that we’ve all returned to our regularly scheduled programs, let’s pay homage to the weekend that was Emma’s first trip to the beach. The trip began under the duress of self-imposed strategery.…