It’s lunchtime at work, and I sooo want to go home early today and just CELEBRATE!
I think I’ll go into my boss’s office and talk to him.
Me: “Mr. Bossman, I have to go home early today. I’m sick. I have Obama fever.” (Sniffle, sniffle, cough, cough!)
Mr. Bossman: “Obama fever?—I’ve never heard of it. Is that a new disease?”
Me: “Yep, and I’ve got it! The only cure is lots of rest…and um, celebrating.”
Oh, if only…
This really should be a national freakin’ holiday, don’t you think?