So there I was, about to eat my peanut butter sandwich. Before I take a bite, however, I am distracted by something on my computer (porn, no doubt). When I return to my sandwich, I am once again distracted. This time by something that Stephen Colbert and YouTube. Then researching Tony Edwards on Wikipedia (really, an actor?). You know how the internets can kill a day.
In the meantime, I let my good friend ‘mousey’ (yes, a mouse) do what he does…take a few licks from my peanut butter jar. He and I go way back so I don’t mind him helping himself. Finally, after two hours of distractions, I return to my stale sandwich….as I’m about to take a bite, I stop before my mouth touches the crust…
Mousey is dead.
Poisoned! By my peanut butter.
I blame Steve (my coworker) who obviously yearns for my corner office. As of yet, I have no proof that he did it, but Mousey shall not die in vain.
He gave his life for me. Sniff.
<Yes, I am bored. No, the peanut butter was not poisoned>