While the cat's away the mice will watch TV reruns?

Went to the beeest wedding last weekend. It was a multi-day affair that culminated with a food and liquor surplus and hours of partying as soon as the bar call began. Of course, when fa-ree booze is the flavour of the evening, it's possible to overindulge, thus opening one's self up to a heckuva hangover the next day.

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The wife left for a business trip a couple days ago, leaving me home to my own devices. I spent time yesterday cleaning up around the home followed by a TV timeout by watching Ugly Betty, which, by the way airs its finale next week.
I also performed my annual spring wardrobe changeover.
For those unfamiliar this annual practice involves sorting through the bulky cold-weather shirts and sweaters and transporting them into storage and removing those short-sleeeve golf, other button down shirts, jackets and summer loafers from storage and allowing them their rightful spot of honour in the bedroom and entry closets.
I also take advantage of the fact I'm sorting out clothes to toss aside those items I haven't worn, or those items I've been reminded are now out of style, send them to goodwill or cut them up for cleaning rags (that's the re-use part of the three Rs).

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Tonight I turned on reruns (the second part of the three Rs) of Parks and Rec and The Office; Michael Scott NEVER ceases to amaze me, even the second time around.
While outside enjoying a cigarillo (small cigar for guys unwilling to invest a half hour for a smoke) I got a text from our realtor about a house we fell in love with.
Problem is, as a court sale, it's up for bids and we've only got a few days to get our ducks in a row and make a move on it. If we miss out we're going to sell everything we own and live in a three-room shanty on beaches of some South Pacific Island.

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