What? Tomorrow's Friday

Right.  So say it took you an hour to read one of these little web hiccups I've grown so fond of typing up at weird times of the day.  Did you know it would take you an entire day to finish off this website?!  Seriously, don't do that.  Just skim.  Skimming is completely acceptable on What?  Tomorrow's Friday.  We accept you and your skimming habits.

Y'know who's funny?  Craig Ferguson.

Y'know who's not funny?  Jim Gaffigan.

Their names rhyme, too.  Whoa was that not planned.

Since I'm home every day of the summer, my parent's have unofficially dubbed me as the Slavey Girl of the family.  Today I cleaned my room, dusted, manually scrubbed the pool, and mowed the lawn upon request of my lovely mom and dad.

MOWED THE LAWN!  To heck with driving, I'm devoting all of my time to mastering the skill of grass trimming now.  Barnes & Noble probably has a book on it.  Wikipedia probably has an article or two.  Hm.  Study materials.

Also I'm not driving anymore 'cause I hit a box and some fishing poles while backing out of the garage yesterday.  Bad news.

Oh, Lawn Care.

I know you all are very excited that I finally found my niche in the transportation and service industries [Professional Lawn Care] , but I might have left out a little detail that might affect that mood.

I mean it was all going great until I ran over a hammer in the backyard.

WHO THE NELL PUT A HAMMER IN OUR BACKYARD?!

Anyway. I broke the hammer.  And possibly the lawn mower.

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