Just finished washing my windows on a 30 foot ladder because I had nothing else constructive to do with my time. Took my wife out for a nice golf outing. Went to dinner. Drank beer. Knocked back a few honey jack cinnamon whiskey shots and thought to myself... "Damn, I'd rather be flying airplanes than D***king with washing these MF'ing windows on the outside of my house. 40 of them. Rather fly an airplane, than deal with that shiznit.

Or, I can be like some on here and say enough is enough. But I have 24 days off in a row, no vacation. WTF. Please protect me from me.

Cheers