Invading Rugrats, Juicy Gossip and Why Freedom is Important

Sweet Almighty, Friday is finally here.

It's been a rough week here in the holler ya'll and I'm truly thankful that it's almost over. Before I move on to anything new, I've got a quick update to yesterday's post:

I received a call late in the afternoon about a recent firing over at the other plant. Ya'll remember that whole brouhaha over the two employees sending sexy naked pictures to each other and having cyber nookie during office hours? Well, Henny Penny called to tell me that the girl who was involved in all that, was handed her walking papers yesterday.

"But Mahala, while that certainly is a juicy morsel of gossip, what does it have to do with yesterday?"

I'm glad you asked!

The hoochie mama employee has apparently been "pushing it" with management since returning from her week long suspension. However, the final straw that got her fired?

She wore jeans to work.

I probably don't have to tell ya'll that I just could not find it in my heart to let this bit of news go to waste. Oh, but no chil'ren. I took extreme pleasure in relaying the latest office gossip to Lulu, making sure that Bubbles was within ear shot, sending her flitting off up the hall in the throws of a Southern fried hissy fit, whipping out her cell phone and running out in to the parking lot.

Lulu and I were still on the phone at the time, so she peeked out the window (she has windows, being the Golden Child and all) and reported that Bubbles was standing out by her Jeep Box having what appeared to be a very animated conversation, probably with her Bubbahubby.

Because, as you know, they can neither one fart without calling the other to explain the sound density, the ass cheek vibration and delicate aroma emitting from their hind ends.

Bubbles eventually returned to her desk, paged Tiny and asked him if they fired someone for wearing jeans over at the other plant. It was nice to hear her squirm.

Oh I have a mean streak. It's only a pinstripe but it's mighty long.

Anywho, it made for a great afternoon. It's amazing when you witness the Universe working it's magic right before your eyes. I'll be laughing about it for days.

Moving on to other things...

My trashy, big boobed cousin with the lazy eye's youngin showed up at the house right as I got home yesterday. She was still there when I left for work this morning. I know I sound horrible, but seriously, I'm going to need for her to go home. I can't afford to keep feeding the little rugrat and I'm missing out on my "around the house" naked time.

My girls need to breathe at the end of the day. After being couped up in a tight fitting over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder for eight hours, they need to feel the pull of gravity, sway to and fro, get some blood circulating.

The Tattas O' Bodaciousness aren't happy when they can't be free.

I'll just leave ya'll with that visual and get back to work. Ya'll rejoice in the Friday-ness and we'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!