Herbs - "the goat ate the bag" was a phrase DD2 used for weeks after we visited a farm park when she was little. She dined out on the story all summer! That and "the wasp stung me on the eye".
Gah! All these work torments. I have a boss I never ever see, so I tend to just ask the nearest director to rubber-stamp what I'm doing. Mostly this works for me, but requests for big decisions go unanswered for weeks.
Holiday-wise, I try not to be off at the same time as the Sales Manager, who I "administrate" for, but don't report to - he also reports to my boss. Every August SM just books three weeks holiday, without any consultation, and I normally make an effort to work around him, as it usually makes no odds when I go. This year, however, we need to go in August, because of GCSE results day, so I thought "sod him", and played him at his own game, getting in early with my own holiday request. Then he put his dates in, and lo and behold I was the one who got it in the neck, because we have both booked the same weeks. Well, tough titty, it's my turn this year.
What a lovely day! DH is busy outside, jet-washing anything that stands still lng enough (and making the garden into even more of a swamp). The DDs got back from DSis's absolutely exhausted, and are still in bed, the lazy lumps.