Early morning check on supplies... looking good... |
Fridge stocked as is the freezer. Mr. Fuggs gives it his inspection approval. Plenty of beer cooling down. |
Extra beer on the counter, whiskey, and other supplies (such as a blender for all the mixed drinks) |
Booze in the background, beer on the floor (reserve), so the inspection continues. |
Pantry... plenty of beef jerky in there. :) |
Pugitta is lazy and simply "supervises" the inspections. |
Shane... still sleeping (slacker). |
CJ wakes up and starts in on breakfast. Yee Haw! |
Shane pulls out his phone, freshly charged. |
He shows us all how he STILL hasn't called his mom to tell her he's alright. What an awful son. FOR SHAME... for shame. |
gay |
A nice 20x30 print of our wedding. :) Sitting on top of beer glasses. How romantic of me. |
Flooding in Galveston on TV. |
Shane, with lap dog. You tell ME who's whipped. |
Mr. Fuggs checks to make sure Shane is still a MAN, or if he's gone off to the soft side because of that tiny, tiny, tiny dog. |
OH CRAP (literally). Looks like Treasure left a few "treasures" for Shanie-waynie!! HAHAHA! |
In Shane Prison, if you poop you pay. Here we see Treasure behind bars. |
CJ cooking up them taters. |
mmmmm... taters. Wonder if they'll go well with my beer (for those from work reading this, I'm really working -- NOT drinking beer and enjoying myself). |
Faberge arrives with a new laundry basket of goodies. The basket is really old, but he doesn't do laundry, so it's like-new. |
Packages of beefy perfection! |
The supplies are starting to look much better now. |
The FabFonz. Gay. |
Okay... so they take off on "Friendship Day" but when there is a Hurricane they're delivering mail? What if my mailbox blew away? I don't think the credit card companies would cut me any slack. |
So far, so good. |
Still looking good. |
Oh my. Kill me now. |
Shane cleans up loose debres from the back yard while CJ hauls in the plastic chairs. |
Inspector number 12 approves of everyone else working. |
What a slacker pug. |