He Can Rest When I’m Dead

We actually had a good weekend. Yeah! No emergencies and it was sunny. Joey felt good enough to golf for the first time since August (with the exception of the Vegas trip) and we got in some Q.T. with friends. That said, he is excited for me to go back to work tomorrow because I make him “do too much shit” on the weekends. “Look! It’s 11:15 and I’m already dressed, showered, and on my way to do something. This sucks!” He can rest when I’m dead. And from Monday – Thursday between 9am and 5pm.

K & J