True story

Its a true story...

that after working at my job for a few weeks I finally got brave enough to venture into our break room (it's literally 15 ft from my cube), where I discovered our ice machine. Ah-mazing. I'm talking epic.

And it's a true story that I filled a cup up of ice before I left one day just so the husband could fully experience it's awesomeness.

He wasn't near as thrilled as I was.

It's a true story that when leaving the bathroom stall I open the door, flush the toilet and run away quickly.

I've heard those suckers can splash 7 ft!
I don't know about you but I'm not gonna risk it.

It's a true story that my husband got me a present that came in the mail today. But apparently I can't have it until he gets home AND he told me not to look around the living room too much, because that's where it's at.

Really? Why would you tempt me like that?

It's a true story that my husband is great. I'm sure your dying to know why I'm getting a present...?
Just to say thanks for taking care of him when he was sick!

Maybe I should leave out the fact that I'm the one who got him sick.... oops.


It's a true story that although I worked out after work today, I just ate my weight in saltine crackers.
Crap.