Tuesday

How come every time I start to "play" my banjo, my wife comes up with something for me to do? My creative genius is being stymied. Wait until she finds out about my full scale trebuchet I plan on building with the wood from the pool deck I destroyed. If God didn't want me to build a pumpkin hurler, he wouldn't have made me tear down the pool deck. I will be able to launch a Chevy at my neighbors house. And that is exactly what I intend to do.