For a few months we’ve been trying to get together with our canoeing buddies to take a canoe trip down the James River. First our plans got ruined by Tropical Storm Gaston and His Merry Band of Hurricanes. Then, there were issues with the canoe buddies and their work schedules. Actually, one of their work schedules…one of the buddies, as far as we know, has no work.
Mr. No Job cancelled today because the other buddy has to work and his Suga Mama (his alternate canoe paddler) has to pack for a trip to an island destination. His words were something to the effect of she has to pack for our Sunday morning flight to island destination. My response was G. has a Suga Mama, G. has a Suga Mama, G. has a Suga Mama. I’m mature like that. I’m also sick of getting the big cancel.