7/11

I called in today.
They asked why, and I patiently explained, "It's a religious observance."
"...it is?"
"Yes. I'll be in tomorrow. Catch you later, and enjoy the paperwork."
I mean, really. Who doesn't know that you celebrate the rites of summer on 7/11 with a humongeos slurpee?
If you know the clerk well enough ($20-50 usually fosters a fine acquaintance) you can have vodka added directly to the mix. Pick the right clerk, and they will hang an "out-of-order" sign on the machine, and ensure you all-day fruity alcohol goodness.
So, I am spending the day on my roof with slurpee, wading pool and bikini-clad lab tech.
I tell you, life is good.