Wherein Giuseppe is a shithead

On Saturday morning, my cat Giuseppe somehow got the attic door open and ran up the stairs, heading immediately for the blown-in fiberglass insulation near the edges.
When the hubby finally caught him, he was fucking COVERED in fiberglass. And when we finally got done cleaning him up, WE were covered in fiberglass.

Here is a picture of the little bastard.




Then later that day after an all day drinking/BBQ extravaganza, my friend Francis fell off the deck and landed in the chive garden.

That is all.