That's when you take to your favorite watering hole for wings and wine...or buckets of beer, with the girls and the spousal units--lotta wine, and lotta beers--alfresco. It is observed how most of us pull out our reading glasses to scan the menu and to help each other add new apps to our phones. We then wondered when the time will come that we will begin talking about our failed digestive systems. Laughter ensues.
We toast to surviving a week in public education. Great friends. Good times. Good Friday night!
King Ralph picked up a pill bottle, read the label, looked at me and said "aaaahhhh steroids. Glad I'm going fishing." Meanie!
Let the truth be told the only reasons I even fancied the idea of a doctor visit was
A. I couldn't breathe this morning and had to jack myself up on every inhaler I could find in my bathroom drawer and
B. D has an opera scenes performance at SEMO on Sunday afternoon that I wouldn't miss hearing her voice for all the tea in China.
So here's hoping 48 hours can turn this Friday into feeling like last Friday!