Tim, are you working tomorrow afternoon?
Leanne, dinner this weekend?
Michael, I have a surprise for you.
Two entire days off to myself and in a row, no less. I'm not sure what to do with myself besides sleep and attempt to clean my bedroom. I may just move. It's that bad.
Bother, I do have to go to Mungo's and pick up some new robes. Why then insist on dressing us in pink is completely beyond me. It's not like mine stay on more than an hour into my shift.