Apparently Crotch Fleas felt her presence at work was so imperative that she came in 3 days this week with a stomach virus. This pleases me for several reasons:
a) I realized that last night was due to a stomach virus, not my body preparing for miscarriage.
b) The thought of her painfully exploding poop out of her ass affirms my belief in karma.
c) It gives me a good excuse to go home early & snuggle into pajamas, just in case I am also infectious.
