Its been decided.

Thats it... I'm not coming to work tomorrow. I've built up a big enough case (in my own mind, of course) that dictates I stay home tomorrow. 1. My car is still dirty. When I come home from work I dont feel like washing it, plus its cold outside. Thus I must stay home. 2. My attempts to cook a beautifully sexy dinner have been foiled not once, but TWICE by Junior coming home early and destroying the kitchen. I want to cook. And I want the kitchen clean the way I like it. Considering the house I live in, this will be no small feat. Therefore, I must stay home. 3. I don't want to smell these people while I eat. I enjoy odor free dining. Therefore, I must stay home. 4. I'm expecting some important stuff in the mail. I'm never home to get my own mail. I like signing for my own presents... makes me feel special. So I'm staying home to intercept my mail. 5. Uh.... well, I guess theres no other reason besides the best reason of all: I JUST WANT TO STAY HOME! I was robbed of my Veterans Day (hell naw I'm never gonna let it go), therefore I'm making my own damn holiday: Her Imperial Majesty's "Kiss My Ass I Ain't Goin' To Lunch With You Spazzoids-day". So yeah, there may or may not be a post tomorrow. Depends on when I finish washing and detailing my car, cleaning the kitchen, preparing the stuff for my pie, grocery shopping if necessary, and wearing my apron all damn day. Now I know some of you are saying, "Well why not just take Friday off too?" Because I have a heart, dammit. My replacement is off on Fridays and I wouldn't want to force him to come in to work because of my ultra-triflin' attitude. Feel the mercy, y'all. Just feel it. Now what would really suck is if I started to feel bad and came to work anyway. Here's hoping that concience doesnt kick in until Thursday night. Anyway, I am extremely thrilled at the new turn of events and the possibility that I may really get to cook after all. I may have defeated Junior and Nisha after all... I get first dibs on the kitchen. I mean, niggas can't mess the kitchen up and fry chicken all the time if niggas ain't home! Yes, I know. I am victorious. I think I'd better get to work. I heard the word audit when I walked in this morning, I dont know if they meant today or not. But them things shake my nerves like none other. So lemme get it crackin in here. I'm out for now.