Ah, the weekend!
A time to kick back and relax. To recharge and rejuvenate. To play a little golf, rent a few DVDs, take a drive in the country, read the Sunday paper in bed.
Or so I've heard.
Some of my co-workers talk of doing such things but I think they must be joking. Although I do seem to remember going out and having a few beers when I was younger. It's been so long now, it's all abit hazy. Perhaps it was just a dream?
I know that weekends are for doing all those chores I don't have time to do during the week. Like mowing the yard, trimming hedges, cleaning the kiddie pool, sawing and sanding lumber for the endless array of projects my wife has lined up for me and, of course, running errands.
This is why weekends were created!
And let us not forget the precious time to bond with my children while they play their favorite father and son game of Pile-On-Daddy. Their screams and squeals of laughter and cries of 'Geronimo!' as they jump on top of me ring in my ears. Quite literally, ring in my ears long after they've had their way with me.
This depicts a true man's weekend.
None of this namby-pamby having fun and relaxing stuff. That sort of thing is just a product of commercial advertising aiming to sell things like Viagra and beer. Mmmm beer. COLD BEER.
I think there might still be a can in the frig. Way in the back on the bottom shelf behind that old jar of pickles. Hmmm, the errands can wait another day.