  Last night at the VFW, Lenny walked by me and stopped. Then he turned around and said, "Hey Vix, you been working out? You look, so, so......" "Busty? ", I replied. He turned red and nodded his head. With a big smile I denied working out(Shit, me work out? ) and explained it was the new bra. {Woot! } This morning I was talking about my experience at a hair salon. About how the very flamboyant hair dude wanted to frost the tips of my hair to give it depth and definition. A woman in my cube turned around and told me that my hair color was beautiful and not to dye it. My color comes out of a box already, I said. She was taken aback by that and said I should keep on doing what I am doing, cuz it looked great. {Cough, I will take your advise, Cough} Lunch today was a hoot. Thanks W, I will always remember "Out like a Kite".
And lastly, my stupid Horrorscope said for me to be very, very nice at work today, even if it the last thing on earth I want to do. I would be richly rewarded for my efforts. So I was nice and didn't get too sarcastic with anyone and this morning Jack gave me a chocolate/peanut butter slim-fast bar. That's rich alright! 
