Lemons.

I'm on vacation for two and a half weeks. Two weeks of no Wal*Mart. I think there may be a chance of returning to some level of normal sanity. Now I just need to get my birth control in check.

Stewie gave his two weeks notice on Monday. Last night was the last time I would ever work with that strange, but absolutely alluring man. He is such an odd person. I will sincerely miss his quirks.
Because it was our last night, Derek and I had arranged a breakfast with him this morning. Somehow in the midst of the evening, Josh agreed to come and so we thought, 'hey, this is going to be a good time.' And so we sat for forty-five mintues, waiting for Stewie, putting our good faith in him, hoping that he would brighten our day with his lemon-zesting self, but he never did. I cried a little on the inside. Stewie stood us up.
The breakfast was still a memorable event. I've noted as of late that Derek has been hitting on me a lot more than he should be and it's beginning to make me a tad uncomfortable. I'm sure he's paying me more attention because he hasn't been laid for months and I'm a little putoff by this sudden swing of character. This string of peculiar comments from Derek, topped with Josh's mild and always distant, but still very much apparent compliments struck me in an odd spot. How does one respond to two men paying so much affection towards moi? Diddums doesn't know and I don't think she ever will. Needless to say, it felt good and I may have flirted a little by removing my sweater to show off that extra bit of cleavage at the breakfast table. I am so naughty.

By the end of it all a slice of lemon was catipulted betwixt my boobs and I was full of coconut cream pie and coffee.

I'm sure you agree, good breakfast