From my surroundings, one might not be able to determine that Christmas approaches. Miss Kitty is in denial and wants as few reminders as possible of the holiday season so decorations are quite limited. The added chore of putting up and taking down the regular Christmas decorations at work seemed a ridiculous notion with the big move across the parking lot. So, to see any kind of holiday cheer, I will have to go to my parents’ house where hopefully we will have a tree.

Dear God, please make me a bird so I can fly far, far from here. My boss is on a rampage today. She can’t decide what paint colors she wants in the new office and doesn’t really want to listen to anything anyone else suggests. She’s one of those people who has to come around to the right conclusion on her own after screwing it up first because she won’t listen to what you have to say. At this point, we are going with a light green and beige—blech. The idea makes me want to puke or maybe I have the flu.

Yeah, boss is in a tizzy today. She came back from lunch and got mad at me because the office smelled like a burrito and told me that I should spray the air freshener after lunch—which I do, but just hadn’t done yet. I didn’t bother to bring up her rotisserie chicken and tuna binges that left the office pretty stinky. I wish I had. That tuna was way stinkier than any burrito and she didn’t rinse the sink after she drained it or the can before she threw it in the garbage. God please make me a drug rep so I can get paid lots to drive around, look pretty, talk to doctors and hand out free stuff.

Right now, I want to be with Maddy at some spa or something where they would give us massages and facials and bring us drinks while we read and giggle by a fire or a pool or something. I crave his energy around me. Hmmm . . . I wish I thought that I could brave Houston full time.

Love to all.