Bugger.

Hey, I lost my post! I couldn't be stuffed retyping it. You'll all just have to deal with the curiousity of never knowing what that entry was going to be about.

Forbidden Fruit is always the sweetest.

I stole an apple from the boardroom and ate it. It's was sweet and juicy, and very tasty. In fact, it was so juicy I had to wash my hands afterwards, but at least I only got a little on my computer monitor. *g*

(In my own defence, the apples were left over from a meeting on Friday, and the last two were looking lonely, just sitting there.)

I'm feeling very self-satisfied. I'd feel better if I'd finished the work I was supposed to, but I have half an hour to pull a rabbit out of my hat (or, a miracle out of my computer, as the case may be).

Do you know just how much I love the fact that the boss picks up his girls from school on Tuesdays and Wednesdays? It gives me an entire two hours without supervision. *g*