Monday - what more can we say.  Up early, shave, shower, get dressed and off to work to start the week - NOT!  Look, we have tough Mondays too.   First we had to cover our heads with our pillows around 10am because the idiots at the trailer park were weed whacking (by order of the Fire Marshall), then around 11am the garbage guys showed up to empty the dumpster (geeez is that noisy!) and finally just past noon the UPS guy was pounding on our door with a package of stuff we ordered from the Home Shopping Network (Amish collector dolls).  Really, if you compare, our Monday morning was easily as tough as yours fighting traffic, putting up with obnoxious bosses and typing furiously in your 4x4 cube.  We feel no pity, and if we've said anything that offends you - we thank you for it!

Since we had to get up for UPS anyway, we decided to stay up and get the day started early.  After a quick breakfast at IHOP (the only place that sells breakfast burritos past noon) we headed over to Walmart to get the finishing touches for our Halloween costumes.  Of course we're gonna dress up.  There's a pot-luck party here at the trailer park clubhouse (we're bringing potato salad) and then we're gonna wander downtown and see if our new line, "trick or beer" works.  But that's Wednesday and today is Monday, so after Walmart we took naps and then headed over to the Indian Casino for Monday Night Football.

It was a typical night with cheap pitchers of beer, a $6 all you can eat buffet and plenty of friends around to suggest felonies.  As usual, things turned ugly when the Jagermeister shots appeared.  Of course it had nothing to do with the fact Stacy was wearing a Jager shirt (three sizes too small) that she won in a shot contest at church bake sale in Mississippi.  Lets just say that it was guilt by association, and even though we didn't drink more than five or six shots a piece, they tossed us all out in the middle of the third quarter.  Actually, the joke is on them because Kevin had stuffed his pockets with nacho chips from the buffet even though you're not supposed to take food out.  WIN-WIN baby, and this was just Monday...

      
The journey of 1,000 hangovers begins with a single beer!               Brad never should have thrown that football!

      
Hmmmmm - can't imagine why we were thrown out!                                                   We live completely guilt free!