Some of us at 46me had a rough weekend. Some of us made our Australian friends wear our red jackets, dubbed them British Redcoats, then chanted a Paul Revere-esque "The British are coming, the British are coming!" Some of us went to bed with a jar of peanut butter and a spoon. Some of us texted incessantly, inappropriately, and incoherently til all hours of the morning, when one of us decided to just give up and call.
With that in mind, 46me presents a rough calculation of the time allocation of our Monday mornings. It's amazing that we're both still employed.
