Friday At Last

Nyahh, nyahh, nyahh-nyahh, nyahh. Here comes the weekend!

At last! The end of the week. This is a week that I'm happy to see go. It was one of those weeks where I just felt out of sync with the planet's rhythm. You know what I mean?

And now that it's Friday, and the weekend is drawing near, I can thumb my nose in the rear-view mirror and look forward to spending the next few days alone with Liam at the farm.

The girls are away in New England at a wedding shower, so it's a Hotdog Brothers' Reunion Party all weekend long. Lots of great activities, like watching 10 episodes of Spongebob Squarepants in a row, peeing outside, and eating entire meals devoid of a second green vegetable. We are, after all, just simple cavemen...

If the weather cooperates, I might spend tomorrow morning in the photo blind, shooting the birds that come to the bird spa. Lots of avian activity there in mid-summer.

This hummingbird (above) loves to perch in the Japanese maple in the front yard. I call him Gene Simmons. He's waving goodbye to this past week for me, with his impressive tongue. Or maybe he's saying hello to the weekend.

Either way, I hope you have a good weekend, folks, wherever you are.

Cowboy Liam, watching over his imaginary herd.