We're all sitting on our computers in relative quiet today - there are few people in the office and we've got lots to do.
Genet zones out staring out the window and then mutters "Oh, Samuel Adams is out there"
Tracy and I looked up at her. "What?"
"Samuel Adams, out there, unloading some beer." She said, standing and staring at the truck across the street like it was along lost friend.
hahaha. Is it friday yet? We need it.

