Today I dragged myself home with my grainy, vomit-colored, green-tea smoothie (the idea of the green-tea smoothie was a lot better than the actual green-tea smoothie). I stood at the table to sort the mail before I spent most of my lunch hour at my appointment with the toilet.
I had to laugh when I came across this piece of mail from Bill's dad in a plastic baggie with "WE CARE" emblazoned across the top:
If they care, why are they taking giant bites out of the mail. Don't they feed their employees?