Stolen unashamedly from ursulav

Today is the anniversary of the death of H.P. Lovecraft! Go do something eldritch today.

Beware! Beware the Ides of March, that blasphemous abomination of a festival, that unspeakable, unthinkable date which drives stalwart men into gibbering lunacy and sends my senses reeling!

Dodged a bullet

I have to go visit the mothership in Kansas City early next month. I'm supposed to fly in Sunday, I idly looked at the Royals schedule, and voila! they have a day game Sunday. Flights to KC are limited (for good reason, I guess) so I'd have to fly Saturday morning to make the game.

I was actively looking into it... checking with our sales guys who have season tickets... when I realized that I already have dinner reservations booked at a nice restaurant that Saturday evening. For our anniversary.

Yeah, that would go over well with the wife - "Sorry dear, I'm cancelling our anniversary dinner to go watch a baseball game with a salesman."
She'd have three days to change the locks. Back to the original plan of flying Sunday; I'm sure I'll have other opportunities to catch a Royals game.