Oh boy. Oooooh boy. It’s been a weekend around the Gutmeister compound. Food, beer, beer and food. Not to mention a honey-do list that damn near killed me on Friday. I’m not trying to work on any given day, let alone on a holiday weekend.
I had to fix the oven door from a kid falling on it and bending the hinges out of shape, then I had to install a new ceiling fan. Followed by building a table, replacing a carburetor on the lawnmower and cooking dinner for the family. What the hell? When did they bring back indentured servitude? I’m tired godammit and I’ve got a lot of beer to drink.
Interestingly enough, I wore this exact outfit all weekend long.
So I got that done, including drinking a lot of beer. That was nice. I’m good at that and it was just the right amount of effort required for the payoff. I would do that again gladly. The beer part, not the work part.
Cinnamon Chipotle seasoning, hickory wood smoked, basted with apple juice and cooked to perfection. I am a FOOD GOD!!!!
We did the family cookout on Sunday and I smoked up two racks of BBQ ribs, about 4 pounds of hamburgers and a dozen and a half hot dogs. I also made hot dog chili to go with it. That’s enough of that shit. It was like work, and as I’ve stated previously, I don’t like work.
But it was good food. I should open a restaurant. Or maybe go eat at one. Something to do with me and a restaurant would be perfectly A-OK in my book right now.
Feel sorry for me goddammit! I have to WORK TODAY!!!! Poor me!
Unlike most of you, I’m back at work today because it’s Monday. I don’t get to enjoy the extra day off because I have a business to run. I want your pity. FEEL SORRY FOR ME!!!!
Dammit. Anyhow, that’s my weekend in a nutshell. I’m hoping that we never have to do this shit again, because frankly I’ve had enough.
Fine, I give up. I'm done. Screw it.
