I’m at the office and the phone rings and I’m told I have once again, jacked something up.
ME: (In a very southern, peppy drawl)
“I just can’t imagine how I screwed that up. I must’ve been focusing on my bountiful bustline I now have thanks to my new pretty bra I bought last night that I’m now wearing. And how no one can see it which is a total shame because when something this pretty costs this much I should be able to show it off. Like I should be able to sit here with my top off so others can see it. Because let’s face it: right now in my life nobody but me is seeing my pretty bras. And that, my friend, is a crying shame.”
DIANE: (In a very monotone, not surprised tone)
“Uh, I simply asked how you could screw this up. Nevermind. I’ll fix it for you. Good-bye.”
Then she hung up.
Just another day at the office.
And I had to tell someone.
And Diane is a friend who ‘gets’ me. She is pure love.
(I should probably throw in ‘tolerates’ and ‘shakes her head’ and ‘throws her hands up and screams “I give up!” at me…but that’s all kinda long stuff to put in there.)
(And thank you, Jesus, for all these people who ‘get’ me.)
I’m not putting up a picture of my pretty bra. Put that out of your mind.
But I will post this lovely picture of MOONPIES.
Yes. Twice now at the office, I have been surprised with a delivery of mini moonpies.
Chocolate the first time. Banana this time.
Who is simply precious.
(And not because of her moonpie deliveries.)
Who somehow remembers when I mentioned moonpies in a post back in 1972 I did.
(Not really that far back, but it kinda seems like it.)
(And thank goodness they’re MINI moonpies because this new bountiful bustline needs no help because of my new pretty bra.)
(Just had to toss that back in there.)
Of course, the boys I work with now love JoAnn.
They keep telling me to tell her I like chicken fried steak with gravy and biscuits and cupcakes and ribs.
And I politely tell them to get their own friends and to quit trying to mooch mine.
(Asshats who I love dearly, mind you.)
(And don’t think they don’t have choice names for me.)
(I make sure they have a constant supply of ammunition to properly title me.)
Do you see that? ONLY 110 CALORIES.
You are so totally welcome.
And here’s a bit of useless trivia on me: I’ve never had an RC Cola.
An RC Cola and a Moonpie.
And wasn’t there a song about an RC Cola and a Moonpie?
And I’ve never had one.
But would you just look at this pretty bra??