You had the right culprit in my son, Audixium, but there was no babysitting involved: the lad has once again moved out of state, this time to chase his girl. If he runs fast enough, maybe she'll catch him.
So much of the past couple of weeks have been dedicated to helping him get ready to move out, and since he left ... reclaiming the basement. For the first time in over a year, no one is squatting in - I mean living
in - our basement! Not a single gypsy!
Now I have no obstacles (a.k.a. good excuses) to making serious progress and getting this project finished. Fortunately I still have tons of lousy
excuses in reserve for just such emergencies! Don't believe me? Watch this:
Don't look for any progress - or even useless updates with silly pictures - any time soon, as I'm heading out to one of those big, square states out west to meet up with my brothers and drink like fish. Or was that to go
Whatever. Doesn't much matter what our excuse for getting together is, it will be a week to remember. I just hope one or more of us actually remember it when it's done, and that we don't have a repeat of one of our childhood fishing trips.
So that's me not doing jack on the basement for another week or so. Keep an eye on the place for me, will ya? And if you see any progress happening, call the cops.
See how well that whole emergency reserve excuse thing works in the hands of a master?
Peace out, hommies!