Picking up the CFO tonight; everything should soon again be right in Kjel.org. The CEO can now look forward to a weekend of unrepentant slothfulness . . .
If only that were true. I need to spend at least part of this weekend completing a fence between the HQ and the abode of these gentlemen, mentioned previously. I paid for some professionals to come out and deliver the materials, and, more importantly, to dig the post-holes and set the posts in cement. The fact that they had one of these and I didn’t made it worth every penny to have them dig through the clay:
This weekend I get to hammer boards to a fence. Fun. At least I won’t be trying to watch that infernal boy as I do it. Have I made it clear how much I despise taking care of him. . .?
Anyway, I am about to skip out of work early to go get him so that he and I have some time to play before we have to go get the CFO. Once Mommy is back the CEO just can’t compete (and rightly so), so I need to get some more playtime in with Jr. while I can.
