Peter came home early today. We were all laughing (probably about my butt, falling on it--which I seem to do often enough--is apparently funny) in the livingroom when he came in.
"Did you get fired?" He didn't laugh.
Head count reduction.
Not funny.
Damn.
3 comments:
Oh suck. I'm so sorry.
Crappers. I miss you guys.
Well crap.
Want me to ask if you and the 27 kids can move in with me and the Ogre?
Actually, I'll buy you lunch next week. Nina's? Drown sorrows in cheese?
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