It is indeed the weekend, and my dog Roscoe would like to say a few words:
Roscoe: First off, don’t worry, I’m not dead. I wasn’t mistaken for livestock and put down. This is how I spend most of my days. I’m really not interested in too much of anything you have to say, do or think. Look, all I want is food, water and the occasional scratch behind the ears. That ball you just threw? You’re ridiculous. Now you have to go get it, because my big ass isn’t the least bit interested in going after it. I weigh in at about 110lbs, and I’m old. Got food? No? Go to hell.
Well it’s finally Friday and that means only a handful of hours until I can call it a week. This weekend promises to be much more exciting than my previous weekends, as it’s my son’s 9th birthday. And to celebrate, we’re heading to Frankie’s Fun Park! Don’t know what Frankie’s Fun Park is? Imagine a Dave & Busters arcade center, only without the alcohol to keep you sane.
I’ll have the pleasure of wading through an ocean of children that have no manners as we chase our kids throughout the complex, insuring that nobody snatches them up. I highly doubt that anyone would want these kids for too long anyways, but the wife says I have to keep an eye on them just the same.
As a bonus, we’re going to Fuddrucker’s afterwards. The home of the gargantuan hamburger. Frankly, I only enjoy the place because one of the boys inevitably calls it Rudd F*ckers and gets the evil eye from their mother. That’s what makes it all worth while to me. A child saying F*cker. Yeah, I’m about as mature as a 7 year old apparently.
Anyhow, enjoy your weekend, afterall you only have 15 more shopping days until Christmas! Or, 16 more shopping days until Boxing Day. I’ll be self-medicating with a case of Miller Lite.
And you know what that means…
But I will pop in this weekend to finally post the winners of the Add A Logo Contest. It’s been a bad week for the Gutmeister, but I’m working to get someone their prize! Hang tight.
And you know what that means….
Screw it, I’m done ’till Monday!