YOU look mahvahlous dahlink...

We have a new guy in our office that started this week. I have yet to come up with a fruit bowl name for him, but shall shortly. Anyway, as I was leaving for lunch this afternoon I passed his desk and the thought passed through my mind as to why he never seemed to have combed hair. I mean really, is it that difficult to put yourself minimally together in the morning?



I exited through the door and started down the stairs to my car. Walking into the bright sunlight (eighty degrees today) I realized that after I had slept horribly over this morning (I awoke after my alarm had been sounding for nearly fifty minutes) I was walking out wearing no make-up and my unruly mane in a pony tail as I didn’t have time to do either today after rushing out of the shower.



Thank God I don’t have to look at myself all day (unlike my co-workers), thus the ability to pass judgment on others is so much easier. Whew.