Overheard at the color copier:
Kim: "I can't stop yawning. Why do we yawn in the afternoon? I need a nap. Remember when you were a kid and you needed a nap and you never wanted to take one? And now that you're an adult all you want to do is take a nap and you can't. Why is that?"
Eileen (my tanorexic boss): "Because when you're a kid all you want to do is stay awake so you don't miss anything. Now that we're adults, Kim, we know what's out there. We know what we're missing!"
I really, really hope she isn't right. Although that does bring me back to that cheery comment my former co-worker made at happy hour—the one about the repetition of existence and how it turns life into a gray blob of goo.
But look at Junior, he's but a mere hatched chick and he's perfectly content to nap the afternoon away.
About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.