The weekend is over and i am beat down. I need a break from my three day break. The lowlight had to be the funeral on Friday and then the 3 1/2 hour drive back home in rush hour traffic. If people are going to die, they could at least do it during off peak hours. I shouldn't be rude but what do they care, they didn't have to drive back home on 95 on a Friday no less.
The highlight was going to be the crab feast I had on Saturday. It was working out nicely. We had an afternoon in the park, shooting model rockets and the kids played with friends. The location of the park put us closer to the crab shack. And then I blew it. I asked our friends how long it takes to get to their house because they live near the crab place. I did not want to be late. This somehow got turned into me taking my crabs over to the friends house to eat. That would have been all fine and good if they were they to serve me crabs and beer but they wanted to partake in my crusteceasan friends. Being of such big heart, I obliged. Either it was the big heart or the wife forcing me to part with part of my catch. One way or another, I shared. So much for the last crab haul of the season.
I began to get sick over the weekend. Now things change. I mean the wife has been battling illness for three weeks but now the gloves are off. I am sick. The bread winner, the man of the house, the big whiner. I don't like being sick. I need people to take care of me when I am even the littlest bit sick. She hasn't been able to smell or taste for weeks but I have a little sore throat and shit will change. No more feeling sorry for herself, she better get on the stick and start waiting on me. Damn women.
I can't wait to get to work. E-bone went on a golf trip with El Quad and his croonies. I can only assume someone got molested or passed out or both. Here's to the brotherhood.
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