I had this neat idea that I’d post all the pictures and the lovely tales from my time out West last weekend, but it didn’t work out that way. Between catching up on sleep, doing laundry, working, catching a Lynx game, and making sure Riley doesn’t forget me, I haven’t had much time to do anything but pack up for a trip East of the mighty Mississip – my annual Summerfest trip to Milwaukee.
Tomorrow night, Rick, Brooke, Angie, Justin, and I are catching Daughtry (HELL YES!) in concert and probably drinking some beers, because, you know, that’s what Summerfest is for and stuff.
Riley and I went for a ride today and it happened to be in the general direction of where his daycare place is. He was very sad when we didn’t turn down that road. Little ass. He still has the weekend after this one to stay there, too, while I spend time in St. Louis with The Cuz, her fam, and the awesome folks at the Boob Ha Ha. (Did you check that out? No, really, did you?)
Hey, is anyone hiring for something a 2 year old boxer can do? He’s good with his hands and doesn’t bark much. He needs to pay his daycare and allergy food bills, because I’m tired of not getting any financial support from him. (I kid.)