Random Esquire

Boss and I are waiting for a connecting flight on our way for some music and sun. I did dial into a conference call to see how things were going while I’m out of the office and…it is not good. I suspect my workload upon my return may punish me for taking vacation. Nothing could be done. Boss and I needed kissy face time.

I dropped of Little Filthy at my parents’ place last night. As I drove away, he stood in the driveway with a look on his face that said, “Don’t go! I’m gonna beeee baaaaaaad.”