Dad gum! Friday?

It's Friday already? Like, right now? It's the day we go pick up Didgeridoo Boy's futon for his man cage (cave - - that's CAVE, GKG...), that Mom and I try to figure out how to paint over the deep, beautiful garnet that somehow got on the snowy white trim in said cage (CAVE!), and that the nice men are coming to figure out whether or not the bay window at the front of the house can be (now, get this) jacked back up. The alternative? It gets ripped down and rebuilt. Fingers crossed for jacking!

I would *like* to decorate the front door and front yard for Halloween, having purchased a load of cute seasonal cliches for doing so, but I can't for the life of me figure out where the hacksaw is. The (cough) headstones I purchased need to be trimmed so they don't stand up straight. Anybody can stand them up straight, therefore, mine have to be crooked. I am also in dire need of a large, but ratty-looking, stick and some duct tape. (Caution tape. I forgot the caution tape. Drat.)

Anyway, there you have my Friday in highly caffeinated form. If you hear screams of frustration off in the distance, it might just be me trying to finagle headstones into being crooked or finding out that the front of my house can't be jacked up. Or it could be that Didge is still chasing me around with his computer playing a certain song about how tonight is, in fact, going to be a good night. Now that it's probably on your mind, too, here's something to counteract it:

Enjoy your weekend!