The best night ever???

Well, I was so happy when 5:00 came.  I had the weekend ahead of me, and it was time to get this party started!

I went to Mom's to pick up the girls, and Dad was home, so I visited a while.  We loaded into the car and headed this way.  Everyone was happy and chatting, listening to the radio.

When we got here, I found that Kevin (who left town today) had locked us out.  My house key was given to the girls, and is hidden in the shed, where it got dropped a couple of weeks ago.  It was behind a piece of drywall, which had tons of stuff piled in front of it.

I lifted the drywall, and had Natalie reach past the broken Christmas lights to retrieve it. (note to self: clean out the shed)  As she pulled it free, I dropped the drywall...on my foot!  OUCH! 

We got the door unlocked, and walked in to a horrid smell.  My dear, sweet, loving husband had given Hawkeye some hefty bites of week-old ham.  Yes, the dog was ill, and left proof of that on the floor.  Without getting too graphic, let me just say that it was VERY messy.

So, I started cleaning it up, gagging and heaving all the while, and Monica stepped onto the back porch, stepping barefoot on a board with a nail in it.  Do you think this is a sign of things to come this weekend?  Or maybe, we've hit our low, and things will be up from here.

I'm scared to find out.