I know it's probably just me and my wild imagination, but I think my lead (who's gay) was hitting on me today. I could just be reading the signals wrong, but I think if Sharlene hadn't have interupted I might have been sure.
It's raining, it's pouring. The old man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head and didn't get up in the morning.
And thunder and lightning. And it's chilly and dark and I'm going to curl up in bed for the rest of the evening.