That squirrel just took my nuts!

Spring has sprung. It is official. I put shorts on this morning, the quickly had to change to dress slacks as the bank looks down on casual Tuesdays. So now, in a very deadly blue shirt black slack look, I sit here for what will be the longest day this week. The joys of a 12 and half hour day. Although, the bank is buying lunch today. I have decided to order a chicken salad from Applebees. No tomato, extra egg, extra cheese.

Ugh...no Applebees. One of Debbie's kids no showed to work with my bosses husband, so now we can't have him get Applebees. Debbie's kids are losers.

Well, there went one of the days highlights.

I had a dream about a squirrel. He kept getting into my apartment and turning on the oven. Then I would chase him out, and he would turn around and smile at me, shaking his fist as if he had just been handed some great victory. It was really weird.

Oh yeah, the squirrel was mexican. He was wearing a sombrero and a throw. I think he had one of those greasy mustaches too! After he was chased from my house he got back into his beatup truck, drove to his adobe home, had tacos with his wife, then took a nice seista. Upon waking from his slumber his home was invaded by vice cops and he was quickly arrested upon being notofied he was living illegealy in the United States.

Those vice cops then smashed his pinata he was making for his daughter for her coming of age party.

It was a sad dream.

Hmmm... what do I write about now?