Sorry...

We can dance if we want to
Leave the work week far behind
'Cause your boss don't dance
And it she don't dance
Then she's no friend of mine.

We can go where we want to 
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we work
Someplace really cool
Leave the real job far behind
And we can dance

Friday dance
It's a Friday dance
It's a Friday dance

Ahhh, Home

I'm supposed to be napping right now, before I go out to dinner and a movie with a friend and her friends; I just wanted to take a second to bask in the wonderful-ness that is being out of the office on a Friday evening.

**basking**

My muse took a vacation; she's out at her timeshare in the Cayman Islands, with an open-ended return ticket.  I'm hoping she returns refreshed and perky soon.  Otherwise there's going to be a great big delay on...Well, everything.