Every other Thursday is the day I cut the paychecks for my company. Yesterday was that Thursday. Yesterday was also CD 28, if you speak the lingo. Between the work stress and the girly stress, it was a rotten day.
Around 4, things were really starting to hit the fan and I had one horrible thought:
I. NEED. CAKE.
I think that thought a lot – My primary drug of choice is cake.
I looked up and D was going outside for a minute, headed toward the refrigerator stocked with…CAKE!
Because D is a sainted figure, I soon had cake.
So much for two consecutive Choco-sober payrolls. Oh well.
PS: Gene wants me to mention that I was supposed to bring him some pecan pie, which we also had in the work fridge. I didn’t.