Monday, January 5, 2009
Back in the Euphemistic Saddle Again
Ladies and Gentleman.
I am writing to you from the belly of the beast.
I am. Back. At work.
And how was leaving the house this morning, you inquire?
I'm proud to report that I did not burst into tears in front of the nanny. Nope, not me. I totally waited until I was in the car to eradicate my mascara. Then I sobbed all the way to work.
But once I was back at my desk, with my 73 software updates completely hosing up my laptop, I started to feel as giddy as a school girl.
I'm back! I'm back! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Now. Who the fuck took my stapler?