Both planter boxes tumbling 3 stories and shattering in hurricane force winds, forcing a replanting and securing operation. A full day of storm level rain making my commute 2 hours (one way!) One of the tribe pissing all over the entry way. Tipping over the milk and cereal. Let's just say.. yesterday was not a good day.
But Monday? Well, that's another story entirely. Day off. Clean house. Veepee off on his outdoor adventures and us? We stopped here:
Unremarkable you say? A shack! And the weather is all cloudy to boot! To that I would say HRMPH. The modest exterior hides the genius in the kitchen who is able to make the best barbequed oysters on the planet. Oh and that smiling face in the left most window? That would be the CEO. But I digress. The shack is the repository of the most delicious food in the world. Behold:
That's all I need folks. Some nice fresh Brickmaiden garlic bread. Fresh oysters barbequed up. And a glass of white wine. Purrrrrfect start to the week.

