Pure Dynamite

My wife graciously took all baby duties last night, so I feel reasonably well rested. I also sucessfully resisted the urge to get a breakfast sandtwich from mcdonald's.
My in-laws are coming in this weekend, and I intend to spend Labor Day weekend doing some labor. I have a leak in my roof, and my father-in-law and I will be fixing it. I'll then be heading to Kenosha to take part as live talent for a party thrown for a Plutocrat. No Shit. Hopefuly it will be enjoyable, and hopefully, we'll be back in time to hit the tub with the Hot Karl.
I was totally out of it after about 9 PM last night, and woke up late leaving my wife to do too many things that I should have done. Boo me.
I also learned yesterday to add a picture to my profile. I chose my old standard, the American Dream; Dusty Rhodes. Those of you unfamiliar with Dusty are just plain missing out. The charismatic, overweight powerhouse was on top of the wrestling world forever, and he's funny as hell.