Four days--FOUR DAYS--I leave, and I come back to find a tupperware bowl filled with mac shells and cheese with frozen peas and carrots mixed in. I can't go anywhere.
Kitchen's shiny-clean, though. Wow.
The Mistress visited me in my cube. I babble a lot about hyenas, they're my favorites, but most African wildlife's pretty neat. I've got a cute stuffed lion perched on my mailbox by my door, which she picked up and cuddled while she was talking to me about her family reunion in Laremie, Italy, on-line information resources and artificial insemination of Black Angus cattle.
After a few minutes, she looked at the stuffed animal she was holding, and said "Good, it's a lion. I'd hate to hug a hyena."
Nobody wants to hug the hyenas :(
What goes with a brown lamé shirt?