Freedom is My El Guapo

The wife and kids are gone for the weekend which opens up a plethora of possibility. Jefe, would you say I have a plethora of possibility?

Three days of beer, cheese sandwiches and masturbating with the sound on- a whole weekend of me time.

The world is suddenly my oyster.  I have freedom.  I can do things and go places.  I can sit at the bar. 

Except there are projects.  Again, and always, with the projects.  The grass needs mowing, laundry needs folding, and the playroom needs a gallon of bleach and lots of lime. 

There are drafts for fantasy football, cars to be washed, and movies to be seen in an actual theater.  There are piles of work to be done and bills to ignore.

I don't know that I can get to all of it.  Freedom is a lot of work.  Sometimes you can overplan these things.

Maybe I'll just watch the Olympics.