I've got to spend three days in New York City with my wife's smug crapweasel ultra-liberal relatives. I'm bringing a copy of G. Gordon Liddy's book, Will.
Come to Denver for Black Friday, and we'll go to Wyoming. Helping a friend shoot a pronghorn, and will likely do some harm to a few recyclable pop up targets, also known as prairie dogs.
2. My wife had to work every day of this long weekend, so I took off for a 5 day fresh air and sunshine trip.
3. Weather turned into an ice storm, so I holed up in a motel. It took almost 10 minutes to get the ice off so I could open the fuel door to gas up this morning.