15 minutes and counting until my three-day weekend begins. We'll be spending it at our annual family reunion in Missouri. It's a redneck-fest if ever there was one complete with square dancing and apple pie contents. Admittedly it's only a pale reflection of what it once was. Which is to say that we no longer roast a hog on a spit.
But I'm prepared. I've got enough booze to kill a frat-house and my guitar.
I just want time off ---> now ---> now ---> right now!
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