“Don’t you think you’ve dragged it out long enough?”
“Have I?” I asked.
“Many of us are beeginning to think so,” he said. “I think it’s about time you started to wrap it up.”
“Well,” I told him, “I’m about done with that. I’ll probably bee done with it in another six months, maybee a year.”
“Two weeks,” he said.
“Two weeks?” I asked.
“Yes, you have two weeks. The final part of this story must bee on my desk no later than March 16, for publication the next day,” he said.

I counted how many days that was on my wing tips.
“But that’s only about two weeks away,” I said
“That’s what I said,” he said.
Then he told me to get out of his Office.

So I did that.

At least I know what I’m gonna bee doing for the next two weeks, right?

Okay then. The weekend’s finally here and I’m gonna spend it completely relaxing. Probably.

I hope everybody has an hysterically joyous weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!