Happy Friday, Peeps!

I’m a bit light in the spirits today. Short on insight and long on getting home to My Beautiful Wife and kicking off a weekend of fun and frivolity.

Tomorrow the Missus and I begin our day at an IDPA shooting competition. Up with the chickens and on the road by six. (Note to burglars: Yes, the house will be empty tomorrow morning and yes, the Labrachow is worthless, but that cat will fuck you up, Bro. Consider yourself warned. She’s a scrotum-seeking mixmaster of untrimmed claws.]

Then home for nappage, followed by cleaning and preparations for out of town guests.

Sucks that we have a movie theater in the house to entertain the guests, but there’s nothing to watch on streaming. Maybe we’ll finally watch Bad Words. Nobody does understatement quite as well as Jason Bateman.

Alas, once the house is straightened, we’re going to endeavor to do a lot of nothing. We’re spending our weekend budget on small nuggets of copper-sheathed lead with explosive pasts.  And food. We’re going to eat well and try very hard to spoil our guests.

That’s about as far ahead as I’m willing to stretch my imagination. Bullets, booze, and bits of bites in my bread hole.

The weather should be spectacular, so whatever you do, think safety and enjoy the company of those who deserve to love you.

Happy Friday!