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That's what was rattling around in my noggin as I went up into the mail room this afternoon and spotted the distinct red, white, and blue USPS box in my mail slot.
Grabbing it out of the slot, the bright yellow Busse address label caught my eye. The thought crossed my mind that there's a chance it could be my DWMS, which I sent to Wauseon for a sprucing up, but the box was lighter. Oh, Lord, please let it be...
I quick-walked, blowing off my supervisor as she started to say something to me, back to my "cave", tore the box open, and shook the contents into my lap. I rolled the tender little morsel out of the paper wrap, and...
What a magnificent piece of craftsmanship and art!
*sigh...*
I felt spent.
I don't smoke, but I still strolled outside to bum a cigarette from one of the smokers, and felt more settled back down.
Dr. Ruth ain't got nuthin' on the B.A.D.
Grabbing it out of the slot, the bright yellow Busse address label caught my eye. The thought crossed my mind that there's a chance it could be my DWMS, which I sent to Wauseon for a sprucing up, but the box was lighter. Oh, Lord, please let it be...
I quick-walked, blowing off my supervisor as she started to say something to me, back to my "cave", tore the box open, and shook the contents into my lap. I rolled the tender little morsel out of the paper wrap, and...
What a magnificent piece of craftsmanship and art!
*sigh...*
I felt spent.
I don't smoke, but I still strolled outside to bum a cigarette from one of the smokers, and felt more settled back down.
Dr. Ruth ain't got nuthin' on the B.A.D.