Friday? A little premature, dontcha think? (don't you hate when that happens ) I hope a premature victory dance on Friday sends you plummeting. It aint over till the fat lady sings and though she is starting her warm up as we speak, I am a hopeless optimist. Hopeless as in pathetic

As luck would have it, I will be outta town Friday. I'll have to witness the victory dance when I am back next week, I am sure the crowing will be heard for miles....I can be such a poor loser.