Je suis une bad ass

I spent the weekend with the gal. That includes yesterday. The day she had off as a vacation day. The day I had off as a sick day. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I played hooky. Well, only partially. I was kinda sick (see multiple entries on my beloved thyroid & all those blood tests). Just like the pope is kinda shaky. You know it.

And now I'm at Weasel Central trying to figure out why I'm here, cause honestly, I could use another day of sleep. Cause that's right, I don't feel 100%.

Glad I came in today. Took me 50 minutes to do a 25 minute drive. Just over an hour to eat a McDonald's apple pie (keep it healthy baby) and over 2 hours to get through yesterday's emails. And the mail room keeps opening my "personal and confidential" mail. Bastards.

Off to a meeting I go. Once again, I know you envy me.