Which isn't too bad, except it means I only worked one day last week.
The party was fun. I had a long, pleasant talk with
At one point, when Maggie figured out I was ticklish, her and Tabby decided to gang up on me, with amusing results. OK, they chased me into a corner, and reduced me to a quivering mass of jelly.
Seems fair after last party's attack on Tabby...
All in all, a great evening.