I have worked with the same woman for ten and a half years. It doesn’t seem that long but I guess it is. Good thing we track by calendar because I’d have no idea of time without one.
Its been one of those years [and yes, I realize it's only January :) ] We were talking about some stuff that is just hilarious to us, probably to no one else but we were laughing out loud at the craziness of it all.
Last night, I was sitting in Panera with Phyllis, and some guy sat down next to us, read the paper and carried on a conversation with himself, or someone I couldn’t see… I almost called you Sara for a pick up. And part of me felt kind of sorry for the guy, but then all of a sudden he started talking to the ‘commodont’ (I apparently am blind because I didn't see him) and about someone’s sex slave and pig snouts, and I just couldn’t help it, I bust out laughing. We had to leave. It was just so crazy…
So all I’m saying is that sometimes, you just gotta laugh, so you don’t cry.