For crying out loud

On Monday, my first day back from work, I guess I returned from lunch a little late and someone commented about it. This is all I have to say about that:

Unless you're my boss's boss, you have no right to make a note to my boss that you saw me come in late. That's in annoying, nosybody territory. And for the record. I get my work done.

Now that I have that out of my system...

If I wait another day to do laundry, I'll be wearing surplus honeymoon lingerie, a sweater and itchy wool skirt tomorrow. Fine if this were winter, but with all the sunshine that I brought back from Mexico, it's just too hot out for winter clothes. 85 in April.

And from the can-I-get-a-what-what-department, Belle & Sebastian show this Friday. Hells yes. I wanted to try and leave early for it, but I don't think I'll be able to leave the office so early since my boss put me in charge of the "mice" while she's out. Maybe I'll set some mouse traps.