In twenty minutes (12:45) the boss lady is letting us out of work early to go to Big Daddy's for barbecue and beer.
Then I will go rent a canoe for the long weekend.
It's a rough life I live, I know. Hopefully, my cohorts and I don't go all Alexander Supertramp this weekend.
When Rowan and I were discussing American Idol, Rowan referred to David Archuleta as David Enchilada, which prompted me to say that I hoped Enchilada would get Cooked, which he did. Long live rock!