Chicken Little

So the weekend was, you know, pretty good, kinda, sorta, well, yeah, I guess it was okay.

Friday night's Punch Out is a lot of fun and you'd be contributing to a worthy cause while indulging in a guilty pleasure...no, they don't have mud wrestling championships yet but I feel it's on it's way. I'm referring to a nice little shot of improv to which your dollars go towards TCIF which will be nothing but good for everyone.

Saurday, my friends came over to take my old cut glass antique kitchen light and bought me a new replacement from Menards. Before you think I got the shaft on that deal, let me just say that the antique light was ugly. There isn't a price tag on true beauty and there isn't a price tag on true ugliness either. They stayed for some kick-ass bbq chicken - because I'm a damn fine cook - and afterwords we all laid around like a pride of lions after a kill complaining about how stuffed we were.

Sunday, I chickened out again on doing something I've been wanting to do since October 2006 and what that is is none of your business. I'm a real snot sometimes. Sorry. Well no, I'm really not sorry, I'm just trying to be polite.

Maybe this week will bring something incredibly exciting. At least it's starting out with an incredibly long training session on the incredibly convaluted new financial system. It can only get better from here.