...and, just like that, *POOF*, they're gone. My last 8 days of vacation for 2003, vanished, just like fruit of the loom at the Neverland Ranch when the owner is home.
Sad really. I never go to know them too well. Just ships passing in the night, like Monica & a presidents zipper. They came, they saw they moved to Florida where it was warmer.
It's now the first full week of 2004. What have we learned? Well, besides the fact that quitting smoking really sucks & chamomile tea is pretty damned tasty, we learned that some of us need to get a life but not nearly as badly as the Pentagon wasn't hit by a plane Conspirators. Those guys are whack jobs.
Off to work...take care & I'll see you...
tonight-I'm only going 50 miles away *woohoo*