The Devil's Advocate in Search of Billable Hours

From time to time you might see me making fun at the Missus' expense and you might wonder, "is he really such a picnic to live with?" Yes, yes I am a picnic to live with. One with savage fire ants, winds whipping up leaves and dust, sudden gusts of rain and thunder, a rabid squirrel, and potato salad that ain't quite right. But still, a picnic nonetheless.

Procrastinator, it's what's for dinner...er, lunch.