:The Best-Laid Plans o' Mice and Men Gang Aft A-gley"

(Robert Burns, poet)

Bob thought Easter Eve dinner was after today's jazz concert. I never talked to Pat about it. So, at 6:08 p.m. last night, I left this message - It's not like you to be late, but since this is the answering machine, I'm going to assume you're on your way - see you when you get here!"

Five minutes later, the phone rings. "It's TONIGHT?"

So Richie, Tony and I did our best to eat all of the ham. Couldn't do it so Re-Run Dinner tonight and the Brodskys will be there.

Pat and I agreed; all social contracts are to be negotiated by us; no males need apply. It works out better that way ...