And Sometimes, It Rains

You know, sometimes you go into work in the morning and you stare at your desk and you think, "Whose stuff is this? This doesn't look like my stuff. I don't recognize any of it."

Then you realize you're sitting at someone else's desk, and that explains everything rather neatly. That also explains why the person whose desk it actually is was yelling at you while you merely stuffed him under the desk and playfully beat him over the head with a ceremonial oar that you found in the hallway display case. Which was alarmed, apparently. Argh, those bells!

Or, perhaps it is all a plot and this is your desk after all. Those sneaky bastards, they'll stop at traffic signals.

Later on, you go home for lunch, and it rains while you're trying to let the puppies outside for a romp. Bologna and cheese with ketchup is mighty good, though. And anyone who says differently - well, they're really, really insane. It really was raining, and you can prove it.

But then you have a Little Debbie's Oatmeal Creme Pie, and life is very, very, good again. Just as Little Debbie herself commanded.

Ah, if only you could bring beer to work. It would be much better than this quart of cheap tequila. Which sucks, because, no limes.

Happy Days,

Wigwam The First