Time keeps on slippin', slippin' into the future . . .
And we are kind of screwed.
House cleaned for relatives? No
Yard mowed? No
Food bought? Cake made? Um, not really. . .
Garage sale ready for tomorrow? That's a big 10-NO. And with Jesse hung over today I have a feeling tonight and tomorrow are going to be very interesting.
Am I freaking out? Not really. The garage sale is Jesse's thing so I going to let him worry about it. And I have all of tomorrow to whip the house into shape, with Stan's help.
So now I just have to get ready and set up for a client in an hour before I take off to have lunch at a friend's house.
To use another analogy, it's time to start my engines. Or get ready to rumble. Fly like an eagle. All that shit.
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