“What are all your buddies doing this weekend, Wolf?”

“Pattie is babysitting. Her grand daughter asked her to pick her up oily.”


“Yeah, that’s kid talk for early. And JC is getting spider bites.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Nope. She is getting a new tattoo. Spider bites on her lips.”

“What about Kimber?”

“She took off.”

“For good?”

“Heck no. She went to the shore, camping. It’s bound to be bad weather.”


“The last time she went camping it was in October and we had the biggest snow storm of the year.”

“I don’t think she has to worry about snow today.”

“Speaking of Snow, I think she and Lou are going up to Babs.”

“For what?”

“The annual dumpster races.”

“Hmmm. And what about E and Wawa?”

“Oh, geez, those two. They have had several days off so they are probably in denial.”


“Yup. Remember the feeling you had when you took vacation? You thought the days would never end. And you don’t want to even think about the day you have to go back to work. And when that day finally comes around, you crawl back to work, kicking and screaming.”

“Have you heard from Banana?”

“Oh yeah, she is in New York, in a park, at her niece’s birthday party. She is worried about the rain, so she is wearing her umbrella hat.”

“I wish I could see that! What a hoot.”

“Not me. It’s too frightening.”

“So what do you have planned for the rest of the weekend?”

“Hanging out, sweating my ass off.”

“Exercising, are you? How wonderful.”

“No, you idiot. It’s humid. And I can’t possibly do any strenuous work. I have a hell of a time walking to the refrig from the computer.”

“What do you say we go for a walk in the rain?”

“Yeah, ok. Wait til I get my umbrella hat.”



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