The Ymwelwr is gone. The remainder of his trip was relatively basic...The Visitor had a lazy day on Monday while I was at work and then we had dinner at a Thai restaurant last night. I somehow felt like I'd made a huge breakthrough when he actually finished my entree. After all of this "used soup" business I was beginning to think he had psychological issues with food sharing, which I like about as much as grown-ups who are picky eaters. Dropped him off at the coachway around 6AM, with instructions to go see a doctor about that GI tract. It ain't right, I'm telling you.
Mr. Morning Person tried to convince me that I should sing him on his way with a rousing Zip-a-dee-doo-dah this morning. Obviously, I declined...and held steadfast even while he hummed it under his breath the entire way to the bus with a goadingly devilish grin on his chirpy damn face. Freak.
Now that I'm awake I thought I'd find it on youtube so I could pass it along here, but all the versions there are completely lame. But I did find this interesting commercial. Way to go, American Motors. Between this, the ingenious design of the Gremlin and the Pacer, and your expansion into the brilliant Renault Le Car, no wonder you only made it 30 odd years.
I now have three nights to get caught up on my Globalisation assignment and to review the Finance case studies for Friday, and then on Saturday guest number two arrives...my beloved CP will be here for Tom and Mindy fun, including an Easter weekend in France. He is leaving Georgie at home, so we will get into much more trouble. Prendre garde, mes camarades français! Le CP et La MindyJune viennent, et ils sont jusqu'à aucun bon. (I sure hope the Google Translator knew what it was doing.)