It's 3:40 on a Thursday afternoon. I left for lunch at 11:45 this morning and returned to the office a scant 40 minutes ago. I had lunch with my carpet vendor and project manager on the build-out I'm working on. Three ladies doing lunch.
Lunch involved cocktails. Not a lot of cocktails, but it doesn't take a lot to make me toasted--particularly mid-day. And toasted means one other thing--horny.
So i'm at the office. It's 3:40. I'm drunk. I'm horny. My husband is in fucking Arksansas.
It sucks to be me right now.
Posted by beth at October 2, 2003 03:47 PMThe next one's on me. And pass the pickled eggs, sweetie pie.
Posted by: Mr. Amaya at October 2, 2003 04:40 PMPay no attention to Mr. Amaya. He hasn't been himself since you promised the pictures in the black leather bra. In Arkansas you say?
Posted by: bob at October 2, 2003 06:58 PM