Shoes Are A'Flyin'

I apologize for the lack of posting. All I can say is that things? Have been of the stressful. So much so that in a meeting the other day I literally took my shoe off to throw at someone. No exaggeration. Took the shoe off. Luckily, I did not actually throw it and thus am still gainfully employed. The temptation to do so hit me again today but I refrained, comforted by the knowledge that in oh, 2 hours, I get to drink wine. And bitch. Loudly. With curse words.

Man, my friends are lucky fucking people, huh?

On a positive note I am going golfing with Liz on Sunday. We will hit golf balls poorly and then drink vodka. Previously I have called what we do 'flogging' or 'gloffing' as what we do can't be called golf as it's a grave insult to the game. But I learned a new term for the sport used by my dear friend Adam. And that term for golf was 'Torture Ball'. Ergo, I will go flog some torture balls and then drink. I think, somewhere in heaven, he's all proud.