What's that, you say? The weekend is almost here? It's so close you can taste it? Yes. Yes, I'd say I agree with you.

This weekend the wife is out of town. I've learned that my internet pal and blogwrecked companion, the baseball loving Switching Over to AM is also spending the weekend alone, with his wife out of town as well. Unfortunately he's in Texas and I'm in Chicago. But I like to imagine that later tonight we'll both be sitting on our porches, drinking a bottle of beer and staring up at the moon, humming the theme from American Tail (that movie with the mouse that comes over from the old country and sings about being under the same moon as another mouse far away). Ah, how sweet it will be. And not gay at all.

But really, what's a guy to do around the house when his wife is halfway across the country for a few days?

A brief list:

- Stretch out in the bed.
- Order lots of pizza.
- Not light candles in the bathroom (wink, wink. nudge, nudge).
- Frasier marathon! Holla!
- Sing songs to the dog (my favorite, to the tune of Copa Cabana: "His name was Murphy/ he was a doggy/ he would run up and down the stairs/ walks and food his only cares").
- Hook my computer up to our 52" plasma and watch YouTube the way it was intended to be seen!

No, but seriously, I'm probably just going to sleep the entire time.