This evenings festivities

As I leave work for the day, I think of the words of Thurgood Jenkins who said "Free!!!"

Its not always like this. Suburban Job has undergone some massive changes over the last year. What used to be a small growing company that cared about its employees has since become a small company trying to make the leap to mid sized company. This means that all of the small company perks are gone and the bottom line is all that matters. I understand that companies need to make a profit, but such a sudden change has left a decent number of borderline disgruntled people. But I digress. I get a paycheck.

Tonight will consist of yard work I should have done yesterday. Why didn't I do this yesterday? I was too busy taking care of the ribs on the smoker. Beer was also consumed. This really affects my motivation for yard work.I think there is also a warning label about heavy machinery and alcohol not mixing.

While I am pushing the mower who decided that the busiest mowing time of the year was the time for the self-propel to stop working, Suburban Wife will be taking Suburban Kid to football practice. I like Suburban Kid's coach, but an hour and a half practices on a school night are a bit excessive. Listen to me... I have become my parents.

So that means another late dinner, a tired Suburban Kid when we do homework, and another late bedtime. This leads to grumpy Suburban Kid tomorrow morning when I wake him up for school.

Once Suburban Kid is in bed, I can sit down and watch some playoff hockey. However, a 9:30 PM start time, makes for a late night. Here is hoping for no overtime. As much as I love overtime in the playoffs, not when the game starts at 9:30.

Of course, Suburban Wife will have commandeered the big TV in the living room for one (or two or three) of her chick shows. I call them chick shows because no guy I know will watch them without a woman requiring it. Suburban Wife watches such quality programming as Desperate Housewives, Dancing with the Stars, American Idol, etc.. The list goes on.

This leaves me with the smaller TV in the basement. Its OK, but too close to the litter box and the twenty five pound Suburban Cat can really make it stink. Yes, I said twenty five pounds. This cat is huge. He is getting his workout getting chased by Suburban Dog.

I try to stick to things that either make me laugh or some kind of sport when it comes to my TV viewing. Suburban Wife kind of dislikes this time of year. March Madness just ended (even though my team choked again) and NHL playoffs are just starting.

Speaking of things that make you laugh... Do you watch Archer? Its on FX and is the funniest show on TV. It is very politically incorrect, and definitely pushes the line as far as cable show go, but I have not laughed this hard at a TV show in years. I recommend it. Don't blame me if you are offended.

Enough rambling... I don't want to get booed off the stage like Charlie Sheen. Besides, the yard is begging to be mowed.