Tuesday.

Food day here at work included:  Pulled pork sandwiches, potato salad, pasta salad, fruit tray, tons of chippy snackies and dippies, cake.  I am stuffffffffffffffed.  Overstuffed.  It's healthy to have one giant meal in the middle of the day, yes? 

Wanted to update you to let you know that I chose a skirt instead pants today and did, in fact, wear mascara.  Applied lightly.  My legs are cold.

The fun and games continue.  My attorney and ex's attorney are having a cat fight via email.  My attorney forwards all of the correspondence on to me.  Drama, drama, drama.  Ex thinks my attorney is over-reactive and strict.  My attorney thinks his attorney is trying to be sneaky.  I think his attorney is just incompetent.  Ex thinks I'm too carefree and lazy.  I think he's a dickhead.  And there you have it, sports fans.

Additional pertinent information about my monkeys co-workers:  Clueless Lady eats with her mouth wide open.  The Sleeper also plays games on his computer with frequency.  How do I know?  Because he doesn't turn the sound down all the way!  Also, The Sleeper's wife just ripped him a new bunghole during a cell phone call.  How do I know?  I could hear her screeching, hateful voice so clearly, it's as if she were sitting right next to me.  The Young One, as you know talks on the phone with his girlfriend a whole lot.  Well, he also says "I love you" to her a minimum of 25 times per conversation.  Minimum.  Sometimes several times consecutively.

And I'm completely normal.  Wonder what they type about me?