31 and your day…

I sat all day on my ergonomically-correct office chair in my office in my office building, ignored all the janitors and groundskeepers on the way to my rad sportster I lease, filled up on gasoline pilfered all the way from only God knows where, and made it home by 5:45….
time to let the wifey cook dinner as I turn up the game so as to not to have to hear her check the kiddos’ homework; she does all of everyone’s laundry, irons, and places the clothing in the appropriately assigned drawers and closets. in between, I ask her to bring me the charger- then she bathes the children, gets them ready for tomorrow….and when she finally hits the couch, I need her to ask me about my day-
well, basically, I just googled stuff all day, went over the Thompson account with Williams, but by then we had to cut it short because it was lunchtime, which the company naturally paid for, back to the office and back to the office chair and talked about the game with Anderson until it was break-time. grabbed some free coffee [from Honduras or some place or another] from the break room, mentioned to Amanda in Accounting that her Pilates is certainly paying off- and to add me (on my Other account)- so we were texting until it was time for me to look like i was shoving important papers into my briefcase (it was just a bunch of random crap, I don’t even know what’s in there)- by the time I hit the elevators (entirely oblivious to the cleaning crew coming in to wash the toilets, sweep the carpeting, wipe down the elevators, toss out the stale coffee, prep the filter for the morning, etc)- I saw Jameson & I owed him one so I broke out the company card and we tied a quick double-shot on at Nippley’s, while discussing the curvature of the waitress’s backside- And how one day- one fine day- he says he’s gonna hit that!! In your dreams, I roar to him- slam the last of my drink- Jameson laughs even harder, insisting that, in fact, when he finally does hit it, he’s gonna send me a pic of him hitting it for authenticational purposes- Whew!!- I howled at that one!! I belly-laughed all the way across the freeway, all the way to my off-ramp,  all the way down my wide street- where i saw some sad sap walking so I splashed him- and right before I hit the corner, I slapped that garage door opener, slid the sportster right into place, left my suitcase- I never even need it- and wiping the corner of my eyes- I say- Whew!! that Jameson is a funny-ass dude!!