  I'm really draggin' today. I know I said that @ 5:30 this morning, but I can't shake it. I picked up a Coke on the way to work, hit up 3 cups of coffee, and I'm still not with it. Yet I digress, I have things to do and things to say, so I'm skipping my lunch time nap. :) I received a call yesterday afternoon from a friend of mine. He's been mentioned on here before.
He says to me: Trixie, did you read the latest Newsweek yet? Sorry Hoss, I haven't had time. I used to be a subscriber, but I let it run out, yknow. And now I'm shrugging my shoulders wondering why I DID let it run out. It's a decent magazine... Oh! So anyway, Mr. B mentions that Newsweek has an article on how more and more women are cheating on their husbands.
How they are feeling more liberated and equal to them, and therefore can act like them. How most relationships start off in the workplace. Why not says Mr. B? You talk to these people more than you may talk to your spouse. Mmmm Hmmm... I see your point.. And then I begin to wonder where he's getting at with this.
Has he heard some stupid rumor about me? Am I OVER friendly to my Secret Agents? Nahh. He's just rambling. But it did catch me off guard. What a random thing to bring up.
I hate when people do that. I guess it's a similar feeling to, say, if you had just finished smoking. And instead of putting your butt out in the ashtray outside, you flick it, and it soars thru the air only to land in your bosses OPEN convertible car. SHIT THE BED! Now imagine, the next day your boss walks up to you and says: I read this article, about smokers, and how they have a penanche for flicking cigarettes and the effect it has on them. They even had a confession from a flicker who burned out his bosses car on accident.
And then walks away. That sinking feeling, that's what it feels like. Not that I'm cheating on my husband with a co-worker, because frankly, I work with ALL women. I'm not a switch hitter. That bit of information lets me know, that he really was just bringing up a random article. I have no idea what the hell I'm typing now.
SEE! I told you I was tired! If people say I'm cracked out because of this blog, I'll delete it. Back to work I go.. Oh wait, I still have time. I'm gonna go sit outside and roast. 
