She can hang out with me if she wants go be bored. It's a typical nonsense grind that should really engage her interests to do everyday shiat.

Shovelling snow.

Grabbing some extra snowmelt while doing some winter paint shopping.

Explaining to the helpful Ace manager that yes, we knew it would look like shiat and would have to be redone in April.

Hitting paydirt on Indian Kit Kats at the grocery store.

Pitching in on final prep with a neighbor and then sending him home to get warm.

Spraying paint while my wife cooked the surface with a new (5*) heat gun to hope for some basic coverage.

I think that today would have been awesome with Cardy B. tagging along. Her making snark would have made the boring humdrum grind of helping a neighbor scrub her husband's very farking public suicide (attempted in the end) note scrawled across their garage before the kids find out what really went down.

But she was busy, so basically it was a shiat day.