It's finally Friday. My week has been hell, and all I'm looking forward to is a long hot bubble bath, a cold margarita, and peace and quiet. But what do I find? My son, home from college. Which means duffel bags of dirty laundry, a kitchen that looks like a tornado hit, and no peace and quiet. Plus, he's brought a friend. But, as it turns out, this friend was special. Gary turned out to be quite handy, in more ways than one.