Remember what I was thinking about during client lunches?
It was a lovely client lunch. The client told us a fascinating joke about parrots, which is difficult to repeat in polite society. I suddenly remember dinner with my parents' friends on Monday, where we were regaled with the tale of how an Uncle Peter of mine had to be hidden in a closet during one of his trips overseas. Literally.
lauramcewan, I am on to it! *grin* "Ghost" is not the only Indigo Girls song I know *grin*
To everyone: I'm behind on comments because there's still no Internet at home. (I'm still banned from the modem, as far as my parents are concerned) But I *will* catch up. *grin* (arrch, I still have to think up a reply for your rhyme. What I come up with is just not good enough)