Friday evening

It's been a week. Mr. Abby has been jumping through his ass. I've been trapped in a house surrounded by shouting Cubans. And I broke my coffee cup.

Fortunately, that's why they have meat, beer and beach music. He's picking up the meat, and I just made a beer run.



That's right - I broke out the cooler.

Now, all I have to do is tune in that groovy "Radio Margaritaville" channel on the satellite TV.

And, no beer for me until I pick up the pupster...