We Made Up

Me and the boat I mean. At least he didn't try to drown me this time.

It's been a busy weekend. Got to Ms. Fan's later than I wanted yesterday, but still in plenty of time to help her do last minute setup and hang out.
Somehow I wound up being bartender/photographer/cook/gopher for most of this mess. I finally gave up and floated around for awhile.

There were fireworks, and tequila, and a river of beer so Lucy poured me in the car and brought me home sometime last night.

I got up this morning (afternoon) with bedback and my calves killing me thinking about reading at the dive for a bit just to chill out after running errands that had to be done. Then I called Ms. Fan. "Come over, Ms. Sweet is here and we're just hanging out." Me: "Do you need any help with anything?" She said no, then I thought about the mess she had left and the food she had left and took my ass over there.

We got everything cleaned up, put up, and I brought food home so all good.
I'm now completely exhausted and going to put my ass in bed since my foot still does not like real shoes either.

Night kids.