It started with the moment I walked out of the house.
The air this morning is positively pregnant with moisture and we are just waiting for the water to break.
It went downhill from there.
Co-minion impersonal query: “how are you?”
Independent entity response: “Zombielicious, I’m moving slow & my brain is all tired and mushy.”
But it really culminated with:
Boss: I can’t believe it, they haven’t canceled the ball game don’t they know its raining out there?
Me: Playing in the rain will make men out them.
Boss: They are girls.
Me: Even more so, it will make them strong, resilient, and put pubes on their faces.
Me: Oh, sorry, that’s oral sex. I get that and baseball confused all the time. I think I made a wrong turn at the “playing in the rain” part.