Hi. Remember last week when GLENN REPLACED MY SMART ONES WITH A RANSOM NOTE!? Well, aside from durian candy-bombing his desk, I never really paid him back for the stress and prolonged hunger he caused me.
But then today, the new issue of Us Weekly was delivered literally three minutes before I left for work, and as soon as I saw the now-infamous picture of twerkin’ sensation Miley Cyrus, I tore off the front page, folded it, tucked it into my purse, and giggled the whole way to work.
“Why do you look so happy?” he asked when I walked past him on my way to my office-thing. “That concerns me.”
I just smiled bigger and got to work. And by “work” I mean printing out his stupid face to tape onto another stupid face.
I think he really enjoyed this one, to be honest. I could tell by the way he was trying not to laugh, which is the same thing Henry does when he doesn’t want to admit that maybe, god forbid, something I did was actually mildly humorous.
P.S. Todd is the poor guy who has to sit in front of Glenn.
I’m so glad today is Friday. My nerves and patience are twerkin’ in doubletime.