Thursday, February 07, 2008

F ing Hairball

Went to work today. I guess Hell broke loss yesterday since my boss didn't go in either. "What are we going to do if Spyder & Obiwan aren't here to save the day?" Send the F ing money to the business office, Duh!. It'll get processed the next day. What happens if the Head honcho, or VPs aren't there? Guess Obiwan & I are more important. Bless her heart Obiwan tried to send me home today. But I'm a team player, so idiot me stayed. Office mate wanted me to go home too. I think they're tired of hearing my hairballs. Well, guess what? I'm tired too. They sound worse in my head, and I won't even go into taste & look. I tried a home remedy tonight. I heated up red wine with cinnamon & lots of honey. Can't say that it helped but the honey sure made the red wine drinkable. It's a good thing I have no life while I'm sick because my Google reader is showing 37. And only 9 of those are Tony's. F*** now that I mention f***er I've got to link him. Ah go find him in my sidebar. TKC. No, not with the bloggers, look doooownnnn loooow in his own lonely basement. Damn, if I wasn't hacking these hairballs I'd be fun tonight. Snarkyyyyy

5 comments:

Stinkbait Boucher said...

Don't take this the wrong way but - I think this might be one of the best things you've written.

I'm sorry you're sick but, well, this was funny.

Spyder said...

Stink- Great! I have to feel like a fresh turd in the kitty litter box to be funny. I'll work on that.

Oh yea, I forgot. Yesterday, in my drug induced coma I heard the cat coughing up another gem. I got up & cleaned it up since it was on the good rug in the living room. It wasn't until hours later did I notice the dried regurgitation dried on the pant leg of my PJs where somehow I had knelled in it. Lucky me.

Melinda said...

Oh gross!!! I hope you're feeling better soon.

Doc said...

this crap seems to have a shelf life of about 5 days; at least I feel somewhat humanish today and folks aren't actively dodging down aisles to avoid crossing in front of my office door...

which, come to think of it, it probably not for the best.

will work on that.

PlazaJen said...

Ooof. Feel better. My office neighbor is hacking up a lung and I'll kill her if she gives it to me, she won't have to wait for pneumonia to get her.
Oh, but really, feel better soon! I'm so full of love and light.