He Makes Me Laugh, He Completes Me

Seems like it's been nothing but work work work for me the last few days since the hubby flew off to Sao Paulo. I've been clocking an average of 15 hours per day. Though it's only been 3 days in a row that I've been doing this, I can feel my body screaming out for me to stop the torture!

Guess the problem is not with the expected long hours, but rather, the political struggle and power grabbing within. It's draining on me mentally, and it's making me feel like a big fat piece of mutton patty. Yup, I'm lame, cos I was born in the year of the goat. But I need some humour man!!

The Boy, in the department of jokes, never fails to make me laugh. Was pestering him non-stop just last week, to show me his org chart. I wanted to check out the pretty girls in his huge marketing department. All I got was this. Gosh, I'm missing him terribly! And the t-shirt that he left behind for me to "smell" him as if he's still close by makes the absence even more pronounced.


Come back soon Munch!