There’s a Hole in My Zipper

I look down in the bathroom. Great, how long has my fly been unzipped?

Wait…no, no (nay nay), it’s a giant hole next to the zipper. Just in case I need to pee in a hurry.

Oh, wait. I’m a woman (a giant woman 🎵 ❤️).

I was feeling super sad, but my day just picked up quite a bit.

What can I say? I love to write. Even when I don’t have much to say.

I’m going to be in the south WH for the remainder of the day, I guess. I dunno if Marta is out today?

Honda appears not to be running for the first time in ever, so I expect today to be kind of slow.

At least I won’t have to see so much of Irving on the south side.

Also, I got to work on time, at 5:30, so I can leave at 2:00.

Alllllso, I am off tomorrow. They’re asking some people with vacation time to take Friday off, so I agreed to do it.

It stinks like Ramen noodles in here.

I can’t believe I’ve been in here as long as I have. That can’t be right?

I realized something the other day, and I apologize, because this is kind of embarrassing, but…

Yeah, no, I’m sorry, but I can’t say it. I’m going to stop talking about things that I later end up regretting having disclosed.

Sometimes I think things are funny enough to say, but this really isn’t that funny. You don’t wanna hear about it.

I have to go. See you soon. 🙂 ❤️