I'm doing something I've never done before. Something many of you do in furtive secrecy every day. Something that could get you fired!
I'm blogging from the office.
What office would that be, you ask. I'm sitting behind a desk at work with him and him. And I'm reminded of why I will never work again!
When I was a secretary during college, I had absolutley nothing to do. But I had to sit at my desk and look pretty and answer the phones and flirt with male callers. (I never did that, Honey. They just thought I sounded so cute.) So I would write letters to my military boyfriend or read romance novels.
And every time someone came through the office door I had to quickly hide away what I was looking at like it was S&M dyke porn.
Sitting at this desk today, I feel the same need to hide what I'm doing. Like I could get in trouble. Like the guys in this office haven't seen me drunk off my ass and giggling.
But the Internet and computers can get you in so much trouble.
I was reminded of that fact last night when I innocently looked in the Recycle Bin on my father's computer and found a file about a Love Plug.
You'll excuse me, won't you, while I go drink some bleach.