T.G.I.F

Ahhhhhh, am I ever happy that the weekend is among us. Nothing makes me happier than for 4:30pm to hit and I walk out of that door, but then that smile soon starts to fade as my journey home now begins. I think that I should write a book on public transit and I'd be a good candidate as I do spend 15 hours a week amongest every germ out there known to man. But instead I think that every now and then I shall share with all of you a transit story, I'll consider it my therapy. On a lighter note, I was greeted when I got home finally by the ever so cute little Haley Bum. Or as you Williams Lakers refer to as the spawn of satan. I've enclosed a picture of her in case you all have forgotten what she may look like, but be kind with your comments as she's a little self conscious about her "junk in the trunk" that she's put on.