Delightful and delicious…much like myself
So while I was off at my meeting yesterday, it turns out someone on the staff decided to test out the ice cream makers. Luckily, there is some left over today.
So now I’m sitting at my desk, happily slurping down fresh strawberry ice cream. My boss is not so annoying now. Neither is the horribly perky woman at the *bad place*. So what if she was a psychotic cheerleader in high school (you know like the one who shoved lockers on the other girls!)? Today, while I am eating fresh strawberry ice cream, she is just the wannabe stylish New Yorker with bad fashion sense and must be pitied.
Strawberry ice cream= peace. Inner peace. I’m almost saying “om” right now.
So now I’m sitting at my desk, happily slurping down fresh strawberry ice cream. My boss is not so annoying now. Neither is the horribly perky woman at the *bad place*. So what if she was a psychotic cheerleader in high school (you know like the one who shoved lockers on the other girls!)? Today, while I am eating fresh strawberry ice cream, she is just the wannabe stylish New Yorker with bad fashion sense and must be pitied.
Strawberry ice cream= peace. Inner peace. I’m almost saying “om” right now.