Becuase My Brain Broke
Between all the overtime, doing half my boss’s work, and attending optional (but obligatory) work holiday parties, I am out of brains AND charm. Good thing I shaved my legs tonight. They are the last redeeming quality I can offer the world, which is of no use to my readers because photos here are rare and for all you know I’m a 55 year-old fattie with armpit-boobs. (I’m not. Really. Look at my hands. See? These invisible hands right here in front of you? They are the hands of 27 year-old chick with some seriously fierce cookie-baking skills, I assure you).
If you miss me today you can read The Condom Aisle is Heckling Me and The One-Night Stand Contract. Wee, talking condoms and contractual sex were never so fun.
