My Saturday
So guess where I am?
I'm at work.
Why?
Because I'm an Internet Skank.
That's right. I said it. Internet Skank.
Our computer at home has had a very long and painful death, so because it is no longer working, I trekked it into work with Mel and we're using the computers that my lovely work provides. It's not so bad either. Traffic is so much nicer on the weekends.
Actually, we had to come and drop off lunch for Momma since she actually is working and she needed us to pay some bills online. I decided to write about how much fun it is to come into work with Mel on the weekends.
Mel: "Dude, I want to do something bad while we're here."
Me: "What are you talking about? Just eat your lunch, let me check my e-mail and then we're leaving."
Mel: "No really. Can I go into The Man's office and take something? That would be funny as shit."
Me: "Mel. Finish your lunch."
Mel: "Speaking of shit, I think I'm going to take the kids to the pool. I'll be right back."
A couple of minutes later....
Mel: "Check it out, Sam! They just fell right out of the machine!" She's holding a tampon, and two boxes of Maxithins.
Me: "What did you do?"
Mel: "I just kept on turning and turning and they fell out on their own." She's smiling as if it's Christmas time.
Me: "Were those free or did you have to pay?"
Mel: "It says $0.25 on the machine, but I didn't pay anything."
Me: "You're bad, Mel. You're bad and you're going to Hell."
She also went into The Man's office and took a pen (a fancy looking one too), a highlighter, and a hot pink sticky notepad.