The Big 1-0-0!

Yes people, this post means I have posted 100 times. I'm not sure if that's really good or really, really sad. Either way, yea me!

I don't have a lot to work with today for this momentous occasion. Today was payroll, so of course I was locked in my office with little contact with the outside world.

Oh my god. I lied. I just remembered something that completely freaked me out today. And it's not that big of a deal, except I remember staring at this, this...blasphemy, and feeling so very violated. Someone. In my office. Wore...wait for it...wait...for....it...... WHITE PANTY HOSE WITH BROWN JESUS SANDALS. Ugh. *shivering* Not joking. You can't fake that sort of horrific wreck. But there she was...in all her white panty hose jesus sandal glory. And you know what the most disturbing thing of all is. It was 99 degrees here today. I know. Let that mental image set in for a minute. Ugh. *gagging*

Hmmm...what else. One of the shows came back with boxes of samples, and you would have thought the colony of cockroaches had found some rotting flesh the way people were swarming those crates. I'll admit, I did take a box of Huggies disposable wash clothes, a couple of razors, and a few tiny bottles of lotion, but that was mostly all that was left. You should have seen people loading up their cars with cases, CASES, of energy drinks and what not. I don't get that whole energy drink phenomenon. It tastes like couch syrup with bubbles.

Tomorrow The Smoodge has her geneticist appointment. I'm looking forward to it and I'm not. We'll see how it goes.

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