We had all better hope something funny happens

So on Monday I got sick. Then on Tuesday I had a nervous breakdown. All of this has been chronicled here ’cause nothing – well almost nothing – is sacred.

I’m a whole lot less hysterical today. Hysterical like crying-jag hysterical, not funny haha hysterical. I’d like to think I’m always capable of funny haha hysterical. We’ll chalk the early part of this week up to getting sick and high hormones. That and Bank of No Forks sucks.

It’s a really good thing all that happened before today though, because today a whole bunch of corporate people were in the office. That

Here he is doing his Hugh Hefner impersonation

means we couldn’t bring Jojo Kitty to work and he was greatly missed. It also meant all of us ladies at the office slunk around and tried to be invisible. I had the plan that involved me asking no questions and exhibiting no personality whatsoever.

Turns out none of our plans were necessary since, even though the guys were there, for the amount of time they actually spent with us, I could have brought the cat in and they’d have never noticed. Especially since, 90% of the time, the cat sleeps on my desk and doesn’t move for nine hours. If one of them noticed, Ava and I could look at them with a completely straight face and say, “What cat?”

They’ll be there again tomorrow – all day. Sigh.

Another nine hours with no cat and no personality.