Day 637, and the madness is starting to make itself apparent. I have worked my way through almost all of the supplies I was able to salvage after the disaster, and find that I'm down to about a thousand pounds of frozen steak, and a couple of hundred frozen lobster tails...and no way to cook them. My man Friday is starting to look at me funny. Or am I looking at him funny? He never says anything. He just sits there and watches me. Only now, his eyes are flashing and he's vibrating off the tabl-- Hello? <garbled muttering> Oh, just relaxing on the bed in the cabin, why? <excited muttering> Dinner? Oops, I'll be right up! Bye. <cut-off excitedly animated scream-> Dratted Wave Phones. So, where was I? Oh, nevermind. Here it is, Day 3 (If you count Los Angeles as Day 1) and we've just left Cabo San Lucas for the first time. Tomorrow we are stopping in Walmart...I mean Puerto Vallarta. Day 3? Yep, day 3. We've had fun so far and we can't wait for tomorrooooo-, what's wrong? Oh, you want more detail about what's happened so far? Okay, I guess. Day 1 The alarm clock went off at 5:00am Pacific Daylight Time, as we woke u- NOW WHAT!? Oh, too much information? Hmmm... Okay, hold on. Let me see what I can do.