Is It Just Me?

One of guys I work with and I like to host an annual picnic for the rest of the office. I ask B., one of the women who reports to me, to plan it, partly because she doesn't boss me around as much if she's busy and partly because she's got a knack for food shopping; last year she found the biggest chicken breasts I've ever seen. It took almost an hour to grill them.

Anyway, she and I had an extended email conversation while I was on my way back from Hell yesterday.

B.: Are you excited to come back :)

Snag: You can't imagine.

B.: Lots of changes have taken place while you have been away.

Snag: Oh Lord, what have you done?

B.: You will find out Monday.

Snag: If I'm still alive.

B.: I am sure you will be. You are going to live a long and painful life.

Snag: I think I have swine flu.

B.: You are such a freak!

Snag: I had a BLT for lunch yesterday.

B.: Yum, that sounds good. You can't catch the swine flu from food, you nut!

Snag: Then trichinosis.

B.: Oh fun, then you'll have a pet worm!

Snag: I hope it kills me.

B.: No, it won't. But you will be able to eat a lot of food now. It sounds like May 27th is going to be the date for the BBQ.

Snag: I'll be dead by then.

B.: Well make sure I get the money for the party first.

Snag: Sell my organs.

B.: No one will want them.

Snag: As medical curiosities.

B.: I will put them on EBay.

Snag: That should pay for some of that mutant chicken you like.

B.: LOL! Do you mean the ostrich meat?

Snag: Or emu.

B.: Like this?
























Snag: Looks like me in the morning.

B.: See you Monday.

Snag: Have a good weekend