Hey, I guess Blogger doesn't want to let me put any photos on here today. So, you'll have to just close your eyes and think of Iowa instead.
Today was kind of blah. I still have my cold. I woke up at 5:30 this morning with a migraine and it took 2 pills and until 3 this afternoon to make it go away. I was stupid and punchy most of the day. For some reason, my pain brings out the goofball in my co-worker John. His last name ends in M-A-N. So, I always change it up and call him John Loserman or John Freakerman or my own personal favorite, John Quittalkingaboutyourpenisbecauseitmakesyouseempatheticallyinsecureman. All I wanted while I was so miserable with my sick headache, was for John to do his Forrest Gump impersonation and say, "I got shot in the butTOCKS". I even asked him nicely to see if he'd do it for me, but he couldn't stop laughing long enough to say it.
I finally got pissed-off and after my boss left for lunch I sang as loudly as possible, "Heeeeyyy, Macarena!" John hates that song almost more than life itself.
Hey sang back, "Heeeeyyyy, shut your mouth!" to the same tune, and he never once did he say, "I got shot in the butTOCKS," like Forrest Gump.
See what I mean? Today was so not one of my better days.