It’s 5 o’clock somewhere…

I have had contractors in and out my house all week preparing for final inspections.

Painters moving furniture, plumbers cutting holes in wall and forcing the painters to come back, electrician turning on and off the power, landscapers laying sod, only to have to relay it since Shaggy dug it up.

I just want to scream, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! But No! I will settle for the biggest glass of vodka I can find!

It has to be 5 o’clock somewhere!