Yeah, I should be sitting on a tropical beach beneath a palapa sipping a fruity drink, reading a good book—but instead I rid my attic of a family of squirrels and had my house painted.
The top image (pre-paint job) are two of the squirrels giving me an, ahem, impolite gesture. Don't even ask what it takes to exterminate, ahem-- I mean, relocate a family of squirrels. Let's just say it's at least the cost of two round trip air tickets to paradise.
PS: Yes, we do have home milk delivery where I live. It's wonderful.