I felt awful this morning and did not go to work. Stan gave me a little bit of crap for doing so since I'm not suffering from Ebola or anything other than a generalized sense of I don't feel good. Which I thought was very rude and told him so and now he's barely speaking to me. Which is fine if he's going to be a douche. If he's so worried about money maybe instead of giving me shit about staying home, he should get a job.
I really don't feel like posting other than to say I love this website:
NSFW! NSFW! NSFW! NSFW!
It's not safe for work but it's not hardcore donkey porn or anything.
Well I better get some rest so I can get up and get to work so my husband doesn't divorce me. Shame on me for not feeling well, someone should beat some ethics into me one of these days.