When You Wish Upon A Weinstein

Posted by Thomas J. Brown at 1335 hrs

As you can see on my work webcam (if the lights are on in the office), I now have a large Family Guy poster at my desk. As Quagmire would say, "Alright!"

So far this afternoon is shaping up to be better than last night and this morning were. Morah and I have been house sitting for my parents while they take Ashley down to college in California. Last night we got locked out of the house. All the animals sat just inside looking at us as if to say, "Well, are you coming back in or not?", except Fred, who was outside and looked at us as if to say, "Well, are you going to let me back in or not?"

We called a locksmith who tried to come out, but got lost. After about two hours, I called him back and explained very carefully how to get to our house. An hour (or so) later, he showed up. He didn't charge us, though. He felt really bad that we sat outside waiting for him for three hours.

This morning I almost got T-boned by an 18-wheeler. A red flashing light means FUCKING STOP! Ass.