weeeeeeekend

Friday: Ate some food, I think. Don't remember what. Oh, no we didn't, due to late-ass lunches. Bought shitty truck. Met up with Mike & Elise, headed into the city to look at high water, putzed around on the landing, and hit Lumiere where I promptly lost $20. Went back into town hit Friday's, drank a bit, saw a couple d-bag fights. Got to bed around 5.

Saturday: Woke up entirely too early. Went and got plates for said shitty truck, and insurance. Hit Home Depot for project goods, and Autozone for stuff for the fleet. Wound up falling asleep until like 3pm or something stupid. Woke up, met up with Davies for some BW3 action. Then mini-golf. Then Hurricanes/Johnny's for a bit. Home by 12:30, straight to bed.

Sunday: Woke up entirely too early (but actually early this time, stupid dog. Like 6am). Went back to bed. Let dog back in the house around 7:30. Went back to sleep. Woke up again at like 9, and started doing things. Saw the dog had something huge in his mouth at the back of the lot. Ignored it, went into the garage to start doing oil changes. Came back out, dog was on the deck with a huge fucking TURTLE in his mouth. Seriously. Where the hell did he find a turtle. It was pissed.

Took turtle from dog, set him down far away from the yard out by the cemetary. Went back to work on the car. Dog went out of the yard, retrieved turtle. It was pissed. Ellen put the turtle in the sink. I finished the car. Helen & Eric came over to hit Lake Carlyle. Executive decision was made to re-locate turtle.

Pakced cooler/turtle, and headed to the lake. Released turtle. Sat around, ate food, watched water, got rained on. Came back to C-ville, after detouring in Lebanon for too much ice cream. Watched No Country for Old Men (awesome), changed oil in Mustang, putzed with the truck. That's it.