msfledermaus | I wuz playing hooky,...except not...

Phew! Negotiation day two is over!

Except it isn't...we have to do more days in July. *grimaces* But it really isn't too bad an experience. Nobody got to bang their shoe on the table and yell, "We will bury you!!!" If anybody would, it would be our Gail. She's had her shoe out and ready, too. Veeeery disappointed, she is...

In fact, we ended our day almost two hours earlier than planned. A few of us were joking about it--"These officey types, they got no work ethic, knocking off early..." Secretly, we all know they're putting in calls to their evil henchmen to make sure we're sleeping with the fishies before July even happens. Gail watches "The Sopranos" and she knows all:)

So, feeling liberated, we went to my house, hung out with the neighbors and the Sweeties, petted Vera the goat and drank lemonade. THAT, friends and neighbors, is how a long meeting should end.
I managed to escape Ben and Peaty's house through sheer stubborn Capricornness, even though they fed me chicken and potato salad and offered me videos with carnivals in them. Bastids. But I stuck it out, got my PR e-mail about the meeting off to the people who wannna know, and now I'm here, goofing for a minute before I pack it in and pass out in the comfy Mausbed.

Aaaand I'm almost over my cold. Just in time for the quickly approaching weekend. A weekend with a wedding. Vera the Goat is the ring-bearer. I get to have green dreadlocks. Woowoo!!