Liver Please, Liver Cheese. . .

Burnt Toast went to Ferrell Fest and all he got was this crappy hangover.

Chalk another one up for the books people. We managed to pull it off again and no one got hurt, no one got beat up, we did, however, have a little comical police intervention, but in the end, another great party.

I had to gate check my liver this morning before I got on the plane. Helluva a mess that was.

Now, I'm back in the office, but about to go out on a job or two. Last week, we had some very cold weather which put the kibosh on any concrete placing, so everyone has piled on the schedule for today. We've made millions of dollars putting square pegs in round holes and doing the work of ten men with five. People out sick, delays on previously scheduled work, vacation days, you name it. Guess it's gonna be another one of those days.

Just glad I don't have to put a rhombus into a isosceles trapezoid.

We'll catch up with the weekend happenings when I get a break from the workflow of real life. But for now, I leave you with this. . .

The Galvin Hat lives like Gunga Din. . .

. . .and what great weekend of fun can start without kicking Magnulf in the nuts first?

Yeeeowww!