Work Hard, Play Hard

Friends, Romans, countrymen, beloved readers, as such an intelligent collection humanity, you have probable deduced that I've been quite busy from the utter lack of posts. Fortunately, we did have some fun. With a few exceptions, the weekend was one long orgasm. Well, maybe that is overstating it a bit?

Last week the wife and I attended a Day Job extra-curricular black-tie event which was quite nice. I mean, you have to try to have a bad time when there are several open bars, free food, and a chance to dance with a good looking woman in a sexy red dress. Following on the heels of this event, we attended an office Christmas party sponsored by my wife's employer. Yes, I know it is March and we are ever so much closer to the resurrection than the glorious birth, but there is something cool about a March Christmas party in a Happy Un-Birthday way.

And, I caught up on a lot of sleep. This is particularly good since I won't have another chance to sleep until May or June, maybe.

I meant to take photos last night, but I was too absorbed in my work to remember. Oops. There is not too much to see anyhow. The foyer ceiling is two-thirds de-tacked and scraped clean. I should finish that tonight. The laundry room is moving along too. The tub surround is painted and the floor is fully prepped for a good sanding tonight. In a perfect world, I'll get a coat of stain on it too.

As we inevitable move towards our doomsday deadline, I've got Kenny and Burt lined up to do a week's worth of work in mid-April to help wrap things up on time (?).

In an attempt to spice things up a bit, I've been working some over time on the Day Job, driving all over the state in a car with no transmission, and . . . Well, I lost the rest of that thought.


Now, I'll be in good shape if I can figure out where the zombie hid my caulk gun.