I have a story that I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to tell here, but I just can’t. All I know is that Mr. BIL just had me in tears again and it all started with a reference to smoking pot. From there the tears began because he then made up a word: psychedelicized.
But I just had to make some sort of reference once again to the fact that I love my boss and I’m so blessed to work for such a fun man because despite the occasional nut-driving, he’s an AWESOME boss.
I need to go find L-Train and tell her the story. I know she’ll be in tears just like I was and it’s okay to tell her the story.
Sorry, folks.