All that rhetoric I wrote imploring 2011 to be a better year?
I left Chris a little love note alerting him that the cause of the heavy breathing and groaning from the bathroom tile early this morning was not, in fact, a nice dream about him, but was, instead, this:
Congratulate me. I birthed a 1 mm ball of rage from my ureter.
And all without the aid of narcotics, seeing as how I had to be at work today at seven.
I hope my colleagues remember how I took one for the team today when bonus time comes around next month...
Now, somebody please pass the Advil.