Day 150: 6:30am Fuck people it's the weekend someone better be dead... I ignored the cell phone chirping messages at me, turned it off and left it off for the bulk of the day... see no problem. I woke up again to Heather making more blanket in the bed and Lawson sitting on my head watching videos on his iPad... pretty sure there are better places to do something like that in the morning but his alarm was set to go off at 8am because mommy was taking him to the driving range this morning. He ate the rest of the KraftDinner from the Measuring cup from the night before for breakfast and the wife found the cake in the fridge... so the cake got smaller. I wasn't quite sure what the delay on the driving range was... likely another row needed finished in the blanket. Eventually they left... Went down to Kenogami and hit a few buckets of balls, took a trip into L.K. to grab some lunch at MickyD's and get more toonies to feed the ball dispenser at the range... stopped and hit some more balls on the way home with the change from Timmies. Meanwhile back at the ranch I cleaned up the kitchen and made a few pizza crusts for the evening Pizza/Wing night. SideKick came by with a skid of wood and dropped it in the driveway, hence the beginning of another top secrete project involving what I believe to be some kind of containment devices for a particular genera of music... he figures it will be more lucrative than the COVID Vampire Stakes... not that I didn't make a buck off of those when the panic set in... We stacked the wood, he informed me that is was only about a 1/5th of what we needed... seems he's planning on filling a stadium with music or something... time will tell... We invited him to stay for Zaa and Wings... We bitched about doctors, politics, conspiracy theories, immigration, stupid people and the statistical numbers behind the BLM... (B)ow(L)(M)ovements... We are well on our way to being grumpy old men that bitch about everything. Afterwards Lawson, Heather and myself loaded up the latest version of BTD6 on all of our devices and played a Co-Op map together... Heather's getting the hang of it, saved our ass a few times and we cruised past the hard level before the game got a bit unstable and we finally lagged out and were decimated by Bloons. The Boy went to bed and we watched a few episodes of the Ranch... which reminds me that Mexican guy looks a lot like Fez.

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OK looked it up... didn't look a lot like Fez but all the facial expressions were dead nuts the same... yup same guy... Wilmer Valderrama... ya, I'm going to just stick to calling him Fez.