Do you ever have that kind of week where everything is just going your way and you have a little extra pep in your step because your mood is so good? This has been one of those weeks for me. Monday my girlfriend Wendy brought in her brand new 10 week old schnauzer puppy and we spent the entire day with him in the office. Then Tuesday I spent my lunch hour getting a much needed chair massage to work the knots out of my neck. Today I spent my lunch hour getting pedicures with a couple of my girlfriends from work, only to return to an ice cream social hosted by my office building. Yay me!! Not bad for it only being Wednesday.
Trouble is now the rest of the week is under some major pressure to keep up. Oh, I know, maybe I should make sure and get some Powerball tickets on the way home. After all, it’s has been my week so far right? I have this rule where I never check on the winning numbers from home. I have that fantasy, as so many working people do, that I check the numbers at work, realize I’ve won, and freak out. And when I say freak out what I am really saying is full on clumsy-Kim-style freaking out. Having stated that, the scene I am picturing would probably go something like this:
I see the winning numbers on the Powerball website causing me to give one of my well known GASPS, popping up in my chair and knocking both knees under my desk, the way I do when the fire drill goes off right over my head. (Yes Jodi, just for your entertainment) I then, would probably flail backwards in my chair toppling over and landing with my skirt up over my head, subsequently breaking the heal off one shoe in an attempt to catch myself. Oh and damn it! I’m out of clean laundry so everyone, say hello to my grandma panties with the holes in the side. But wait, who cares, grandma panties be damned! I’ve won the Powerball. I can buy all the pretty, sexy, uncomfortable panties I want too now. Flash back to me on the floor. Once I am picked up I’d start hurrying around, on my now one high heal and one flat, squealing incomprehensibly. At this point my co-workers don’t know whether I forgot to take my ‘special pills’ this morning or if a bee somehow got in the building and flew down my shirt. Well some of my coworkers would be thinking that. Others, who know me so well, might just think perhaps I’ve had too much sugar again and need to calm my shit down.
Wow, ok maybe I’ve had too much sugar and ice cream today. I mean I did accept seconds when the lady came around with the leftovers… but come on, it was mint chocolate chip people! And let’s all remember…this is my week
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