Went to a BBQ joint that also makes pizza and has live blues on Friday night and had to leave when my six yr-old son and his 'girlfriend' were dancing in the middle of the restaurant and kept knocking into people.
Spent a large part of Sunday trying to find out what crawled under my hot tub and died. Could not find it, but did track down the scent of another dead animal under another part of my deck. Now we have to pay for someone to crawl around down there and rip shit up until they find the dead critters.
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