It was the socks one that had me giggling uncontrollably, which in turn caused the boss to ask me if I was okay--because seriously I'm pretty sure I looked like I was weeping.
Astonishingly enough, my outburst caused me no discomfort at all. Me, the shame queen.
I was so impressed with my own hilarity that I didn't see how overwrought I've become at work until this morning, when I woke up with an intense and irresistible desire to waste half a tank of gas driving out the Columbia Gorge.
Upon which errand I am about to embark. Photos will almost certainly ensue.
It was almost a hundred degrees out there. I had the air conditioning going full blast. I drove 80 miles per hour most of the way. It was a trip of 160 miles all told.
My only excuse is that this is the first time I've driven my car in a couple of weeks, and the first time I've bought gas in almost two months.
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I had to write him an apology after the meeting.
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I was so impressed with my own hilarity that I didn't see how overwrought I've become at work until this morning, when I woke up with an intense and irresistible desire to waste half a tank of gas driving out the Columbia Gorge.
Upon which errand I am about to embark. Photos will almost certainly ensue.
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*sighs*
It was almost a hundred degrees out there. I had the air conditioning going full blast. I drove 80 miles per hour most of the way. It was a trip of 160 miles all told.
My only excuse is that this is the first time I've driven my car in a couple of weeks, and the first time I've bought gas in almost two months.
That, and "I really, really needed it."
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