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Almost There

The work day is more than half way done. Just a few hours to go until the weekend. Solving the equation and making use of Einstein’s Theory of Relativity shows us that a five day week that follows a four day weekend that followed a three day week is going to feel like a 20 day week. Do the math. It totally checks out.

After this impossibly long work week, the weekend shines like a beacon in a dark and stormy night. There are a lot of things I want to do this weekend. Christmas lights, a little cleaning at my parents house, cleaning up the post-decorating mess we left in the living room, and music music and more music.

There may be an alternate plan though. One inspired by the love of my life. This morning, I got out of bed a few minutes before she did. When I got up, the cat immediately took my place. Actually, she was on the bed before I got up, sort of willing me to piss off and leave so she could be alone with Jen. As I was starting to make the long journey to the bathroom Jen told the cat that she was just going to spend the entire day in bed. She wasn’t going to get up at all.

Now THAT is a plan!

I could not live that particular dream today, but tomorrow? And Sunday?

Bring it on!

Thanks, Jen! I love you!!!

Punched Out

I have punched out for the day. Kick ass, dude! Only one work day left until my favorite four day weekend of the year. Patches is excited for me. She’s so excited I had to break out the old Hipstamatic Shake to Shuffle!

Hipstakitty is back! Or is it better as Hipsta-kitty. I can’t decide.

Cap’n America

My beautiful wife Jen said she was kinda in the mood for a movie tonight. A Marvel movie. Sure, I said. Pick one. There are about 100 to chose from.

She picked Captain America: Civil War.

Now if you were curious as to why I’m so out of my mind in love with her, take this as one of the billion reasons.

Ms Patches agrees.

Cat Logic

As the cat strolls into my room with a jaunty “meow” or two, I pause to wonder what she’s thinking….

Is she thinking, “when are the kids going to wake up so that I can hang out with them?”

Or is she thinking, “why are the kids’ bedroom doors both shut? I wanna go in there and vomit on their pillows.”

I cannot say for sure what she’s thinking, but if I were a betting man I would guess it was one of those two things…. Probably the pukey one.