It's 9:48am on a Friday. Since we've been dead in the office the past few days, I slapped a "closed until Monday" sign on the door. I'm folding laundry, catching up on a few dishes... and enjoying some past episodes of Best Ink. It's beautiful outside and I'm enjoying a little down time. Butch took himself on a roadtrip to Portland to get a frig for someone. So, against his better judgement, I'm letting the kids plug in a bit...