hahahah, you ARE a scotsman, that might help. he's pretty prejudice against anyone that fancies me. he has military training and an obsession with guns; he's a gordon highlander
Good god, I can't wait to get out of here. Fridays at the office are about as slow as things can get. Its awful. I can't really just leave at noon or whatever though, because inevitably there is some kind of computer problem I have to attend to.
Its getting close though. Closer. Wow, even closer now.
I'm going to go home and grill fresh vegetables and mushrooms, and beer! (well, drink the beer anyway).
Yeah, I can definitely agree with you there. Friday should just have a night. Maybe a twilight, as well, just so that you don't have to fumble around in the dark getting the grill started.:D
No fumbling necessary, I just use excessive amounts of lighter fluid to create a towering inferno. All I have to do is light something and flick it at the grill.
Unfortunately a thunderstorm thwarted my attempt for today. Also, one of the squirrels that lives in my yard seems to be having a serious nervous breakdown. Its running everywhere, making odd noises and harassing the other squirrels. I think if there weren't a screen on the bedroom window it would jump through and tear my throat out... or at least maul me. It has a murderous glint in its beady little eyes.