My whole body is stiff this morning. Well, almost my whole body. Dirty minds. Yesterday was most brutal on my old bones, but more on that in a minute. Firstly, it’s Friday. Not just any Friday, but the Friday before Spring Break. So, get your beer bongs ready and prepare to take your tops off because my new article is up on the City Wire. If you would like to read about a thoroughly underwhelming barbeque joint, click here: Oh, Bruce. It not, click here instead: Oh, Sheila.

As some of you have already noticed, there’s a new episode of Date Night up. I also rearranged the layout of the Date Night page to make it easier for you lazy assholes to get to the newest episodes. Anyway, give the episode a listen by clicking here: What’s Your Number/The Bridesmaids.

So, this week I’ve been working on tiling the master bathroom of Le Duke’s new house. Apparently, the royal family is having the CD release party in the new house next weekend, so therefore we have to finish building the house in order to have a party. Let’s just say that I’m not 20 anymore. And my old bones are feeling it today. I feel like somebody ran over my hands with a dump truck full of sorrow. But, the good news is that I finished laying the tile yesterday. Today I grout.

In the midst of all of my fun tiling yesterday, Little Miss Cotton called me to ask if I could bring a ladder over to her house, climb up into a tree, and rig up the harness for her friend… who has yet to be given a nickname on here, who is an aerialist. Sure. Why not? So, after promising Le Duke that I’d stay at work until the last tile was hung, I swung over in the van with ladder in tow and climbed a tree.

Then it was back to tiling. And I tiled and tiled until I couldn’t tile anymore. Then I came home, dropped some stuff off, changed clothes, put some deodorant on, and headed back over to the Dave/LMC house for a wonderful dinner of bacon raped jalapenos and tilapia with rice. Leftovers for lunch, today?! Don’t mind if I do.

Like I said earlier, I’m grouting my tile today. Sometime around noon Le Duke and I are heading out Seasaw Shawn’s to weld up some straps for the kiln rebuild that’ll be happening next week or the week after. Tonight, my plans are wide open. Maybe I’ll soak my whole body in hot water with epsom salts. Because I’m old.

Oh, look at the time. I’d best run off to get to work. Have a wonderful weekend. More soon. ~SC