The Missus is on a business trip, and everything is off at the Frinklin Manor. The dogs are wierd all evening, thinking that she'll show up any minute; the house seems empty and don't get me started about the bed.
On a only tangentially related note: today at work we were all herded into the conference room to let us know that Comhugeco is closing one of our departments and sending the jobs to a horrid place known only as "Fresno". It wasn't in my department, but I couldn't help but wonder, "Didn't I just leave this party?"
Posted by Frinklin at May 24, 2005 09:25 PM