could the rain please hold off until after the company picnic? I'm pretty sure the company wonks aren't going to go along with my plan to blame the weather on the Bush administration.
I did manage to find the badminton rackets. The cake is due to be picked up in an hour . . . and I'm going all zen on the anticipation. If it didn't work out . . . there are always alternatives. Tokens of appreciation are packaged up and ready for distribution. Food is confirmed. Now, let's just not have anyone struck by lightening and they may just manage to walk away from this thing NOT saying "can you believe they let a monkey be in charge this year?"
Oh. . . . and I managed to put the BAD RESTAURANT out of my mind. I ordered pizza instead and saw the movie "Dan in Real Life" with one of my peeps. And, last night Phenom took me out so that I could negate the nutritional value of a salad with dressing. But it was chipolte-honey mustard . . . I could drink that stuff.
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