Saturday Off?

Holy cow!

Thru some strange twist of fate and/or scheduling I've wound up with a very rare Saturday off work. The last few times I've been off on a Saturday it's because I took a take vacation day. NASCAR weekend at TMS was the most recent and that was a rainout. Yes Krista, I haven't forgot. Today's forecast doesn't look much better.

But when I get lemons (like a day of is a lemon), I try to turn them into lemonade.

I might take a quick roadtrip to Winstar and play some poker. South40 Slim has been lurking in the shadows waiting for his triumphant return. I could get all Tim Taylor and do some much needed home improvements. Maybe use my psychic powers to channel Martha Stewart and clean this pigstye. I could even break out the lucky Justin black ostrich ropers and boot scoot with a few buckle bunnies at Northside. Or I could sit at home, deflower an innocent bottle of Maker's Mark while I grill a couple ribeyes (on sale at Chico Foods!) and watch The Hangover on HBO.

Survey says:


Chances of a DWI or unidentified feline in my bathroom <0. Chances of expanding my social calendar, about the same.