Not so jackalopable

Every week, all I want to do is leave early on Fridays. At my old job, I worked until about noon or so every Friday and then was free to hop around in meadows all afternoon long. Here, however, since I am not tied to a pager 24/7, I do not have this luxury. Below is my attempt to fake her out about it:


Woohoo! I get to leave early!

what?
youre leaving?

I asked my boss if I could
said i had to take my cat to the vet

no you didnt

i did!
i'm just finishing up some work first

i dont believe in jackalopes, susan

Just how naive do you think I am? (Or, one of the many times I was naive)

We had dinner at the Texas Roadhouse to celebrate Kay's finishing school (Way to go!!!).  Somewhere in the middle of eating, I noticed this on the wall:

I probably should mention that when I was little, my parents had a bit of fun and convinced me that those animals on the drive to Atwood were indeed Cow Pigs.  Let's continue...

I haven't ever seen this animal before, and I asked Karen what it was.  She kept a very straight face (well done, LOML) and told me that it was a Jackalope.  She continued her story about how they fight in the wild, and lock horns, using her hands to demonstrate.  I don't know how she kept from laughing, but she brought her mom in on the fun, and before long, everyone at the table was chiming in, that yes, these creatures were real, and that they couldn't believe I hadn't heard of them. 

This lasted a good two minutes.  Finally, Jess gave me that 'come on, don't be an idiot' look, and shook her head. 

You know what they say about paybacks, darlin...