I always feel that by the time Friday rolls around I should have some things accomplished. Things crossed off my To-Do list, aka The Mother Load. But unless you count the unusual number of loads of laundry I've processed, and all the half full bottles of Tylenol Cold and Flu we've used up and discarded, it's been a spectacularly unproductive week. *sigh* But, in better news, nobody has thrown up in 32 and a half hours. Not that I'm counting or anything.
Oh, and there's this. Everyone should have one.
The Pig Gun.
Compliments of Tate.