I just finished crying at my desk. Weeping, really. Even Foxy noticed the tears that were streaming down my cheeks. I tried to hide them but it was too late. No my eye make-up is all jacked up. Looks like I haven’t slept in ages-that’s gonna leave a really great impression at my next meeting.
Foxy and I were in my cubicle having a chat when Jack interrupted. He was holding up an empty box of treats that Foxy had brought in this morning. Shaking it at us he said,
“Foxy, I’m gonna rip up your box.”
Foxy, Lit’l Smokey, and I immediately exploded into laughter. The kind that leaves you in tears, unable to breathe, or make any sound.
God, I’m so mature!