Oh, shut up.

Man oh man, the womenfolk. Yesterday was a day that on the surface appeared to be filled with nothing, but in reality was brimming with shit I had to do. The most important of all was this though:

Who cried like a little girl with a skinned knee? This guy.

Guess what I didn’t do yesterday. Work on my campaign. Dammit. I’ll just have to wing it.

Yes, you’d think that there is plenty of time between now and tonight to work on the campaign. But you’d be wrong. Why, you ask? Because we are about to head up to Crystal Bridges to see the Norman Rockwell exhibit.

And there is a good chance that we might have company. I won’t say more so as to not jinx it.

So, today is: post, shower, road trip, art, food, road trip, campaign, bed. And bed early, hopefully. Because tomorrow is the big day. Manchester United versus West Bromwich Albion. The last match of the season. Furious Jessy versus Sandwich Control. There will be gravy.

And on that note, I’m off to shower. Why? Because I smell bad. Have a great weekend. More soon. ~SC