Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Hamthrax, Fractures and the X-Files

Oh the Cubicle Asylum is a happy place to be today. Bossman is back from funeral leave, I can't really blame him for being a sourpuss, but honestly, he doesn't seem any different from how he usually his. Lulu seems to have contracted a case of the Hamthrax while selling her stuff at the big Frog Pond Holler yard sale. She's also a nice lobster red color, I guess the application of sunscreen sorta slipped her mind, what with the excitement of getting rid of all her old Home Interior angel figurines, to make room for more Home Interior figurines.

The combination of her flaming, red face and her constant hacking and snorting make me wanna go put on a biohazard suit and squirt myself down with anti-bacterial gel. She looks like something that clawed her way out of an alien pod on the X-Files.

Across the hall, Thelma's been on the phone with her kinfolk all morning. From what I gather, someone fell and fractured something, either her great aunt or her grandmother. They all live down in the same holler together, within spittin' distance of each other.

My relatives get on my nerves. I can imagine having to look out the window at them staring back at me all the time. It's no wonder Thelma is always the first one to volunteer to work over.


I'd better get back to work. I'm paying for that extra day off, but it was still worth it.

Ya'll have a good one.

Later Taters!


On a limb with Claudia said...

The drama never ends eh? I hope you don't catch any hamthrax, fractures or certainly the xfiles.

kenju said...

Clawing your way out of an alien pod? My life - in a nutshell. LOL

Inanna said...

Hamthrax. LOL!!!!!