Sausage fest

For extra fun today, I spent my traditional Sunday with dad working on my old house. I had him moving a refrigerator, unhooking a washer and dryer and installing the toilet paper holder in my front bathroom.

I certainly know how to have a good time.

After the fun of fixing things, dad drove to my new place with my ladder. I forgot to have it put in the moving truck, and it fit better into a PT Cruiser than a Ford Focus. 

In the new 'hood, Cas and I went out with dad for beers. It is Sunday, after all.  Later in the day, Cas headed to the grocery store. When he got back, I took the opportunity to use my recently moved ladder (thanks, clown car!) to change the light bulb in the master bedroom. 

On the way to purchase the bulb, I saw these asshats: 

Quick question- if traditional marriage is so fantastic, where are their wives? Wait, I know this one. Their wives are drinking together and commiserating about their poor spouse choices. 

Talk about a sausage-fest. 

Fun theme day, too. Cas and I had pasta and Italian sausage for dinner. We sat down and are at our recently placed dining room table. If you ask me, that was a far superior sausage-fest. And afterwards, we made a final determination about Frank and Claire. Still horrible people, as it turns out. And we're all caught up. Now, we need to pick a new show to watch together until House of Cards releases season four.