If I did that, along with some rubbing it in your face and a rather awesome victory dance preformed by NNK (name changed to protect the not so innocent), someone will call. It will be early, I won't be showered—heck I might not even be out of bed—I'll have bad hair, there will be a foot of snow on my car, the roads will be one giant ice skating long track (I'm talking the I-215 loop here) and there will be a blizzard warning. They'll call anyway.
Work will call and say “Whine, whine, whine . . . no one else can make it in . . . blah, blah, blah . . . schedule . . . we-oo, we-oo, we-oo . . . just for an hour . . . NOW!”
So I'm not blogging about how excited I am that today was my last working day for 2010. You see, that would be downright foolish. Silly. Bordering on insane. I'm blogging about something else entirely. When I figure out what that is, I'll get back to you.
Oh, look at that. My cell phone battery is dead. How tragic.