The Office Clan is back from our Florida adventure--not rested but sorta tan. I would be more tan but Office Doll sprayed SPF 50 lotion all over me while convincing me that I would still turn that fancy shade of bronze that I desperately desired. Not so. I might as well have been wearing a snow suit.
Other highlights include the hotel manager coming to our door because someone complained that we were "singing". As usual, our lives closely mirror that of a 6th grader's as in, we still get yelled at by adults constantly. Not only were we not singing--but we thought that the old "this is the management" claim was a cheap line to break into our room and kill us. Consequently, we barked profanities at the door for a few moments before we finally realized that, in fact, we were yelling at the hotel manager.
And finally, for the second trip in a row, Office Doll's damn red rolling suitcase failed to show up at baggage claim. And just like the last time, we all quickly converted to Catholicism and prayed to Saint Anthony for it's safe return. Boy, that Saint Anthony is good. By the next day, he had Office Doll's red bag in a green pick-up truck en route to her apartment.
Over and out.
-Office E. Knight
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