My bell was at the cleaners today, so I just wore a coffee stained t-shirt and leggings as pants. Equally, if not more, patriotic, I say.
When you hear there’s cake in the break room.
Preview of my season of The Bachelorette
United’s new seating plan. Right? Topical. Almost.
Don’t make a poop joke. Don’t make a poop joke. Don’t make a poop joke.
Funnily enough, this is how I get to work in the mornings.