"There will be no white flag above my door . . ." ; um, well, not yet

[dradamsapple]

. . . Anna runs quickly (there's one of those *naughty* adverbs 
again) across the field, ducking behind the scoreboard, trying to get 
in so she can change the numbers to where they are supposed to 
be . . .

UGGGHHH!! The white flag stuck in my pocket got caught on the door 
handle!! NO! I'm not ready to wave it yet! Give it back!! 


Oh well, I didn't see the game, or listen to it, but just read about 
it on mlb.com.  Sounds like a doozy.  Poor Sox.  Poor Don Zimmer. 

Here's hoping "the sun will come out tommorrow".  

Sorry, can't help the song lyrics. I know it's lame.  I'm doing an 
overnite for a fellow vacationing employee, and my brain is totally 
fried.  I hate overnite.  

Anna . . .(who could probably see the Citgo sign right now if I went 
up and looked out the 8th floor window)