Supposed to get the roof done today. First they said Wednesday or Thursday. Then they saw rain so they said Tuesday. This morning they said, oh it’s gonna rain we’ll do it tomorrow or Thursday. Well, I don’t know what fucking forecast they use but it didn’t rain today and rain is predicted, still…, for Wednesday and Thursday. Suck thing is I’m trying to be home because the dogs will have to be walked and kept downstairs because of the noise.
So today after a late start I did tomorrows accounts. Planned on hitting the range on the way home to hit more than the 5 I hit well last nite… but noooo. As I’m pulling down the ateeet to the course my wife texts me as usual wondering where I am. Groomer closes in a half hour and she wanted to get Varitek’s nails clipped because one was an issue. So I go home. Try to have a slice of pizza, but noooo… went to groomer. Pizza still in microwave. We come home and she gives me crap about having pizza. She made some fruit sorbet I had to eat. Then I was told I have to go to the vet to get Chargers pills.
All I wanted to do was go hit a few balls.
I finally got there for a half hour before the vet
