Friday, March 4, 2011
Once again, we soldier on without Mrs. G, but we keep up a tradition she started. It's Friday, and after a long week, it's not surprising that some of us are ready to let loose and vent our frustrations.
In the words of Mrs. G's late but not forgotten Aunt, it's time to say "Fuck-a-duck!"
As for me - I'm back at work after a great mini-vacation to New Orleans. But after riding streetcars beneath live oak trees, strolling on the shaded sidewalks past charming houses, and sipping sazeracs in the French Quarter, I have to come back to budget spreadsheets and performance evaluations? WTF? FAD!!!!
What makes you want to say "Fuck a duck!" this week?