Down Boy

Car has erectile dysfunction.

Between front two seats, there is a storage box. Makes fabulous location for CDs, pens, emergency products, etc. Handy latch closes, all is hidden. Handy latch open, all displayed, yes?

Latch on Mia mobile is broken and top portion randomly lifts without provocation. Red light: slow lift. Fast acceleration, speedy lift. Maintain current speed, half-mast. My car has erectile dysfunction.

Other shit: Buzz is K has provided services to supervisor. Mind there is no proof except studious lack of eye contact between two. Supervisor has become less common beside K's desk. However, supervisor continues furtive glances around cubicles and K finds reasons to keep busy on phone. For her sake, am hoping is all gossip and will die. Otherwise, there is not enough mouthwash in all North America.

Note to self: "Mia, pull together dental hygiene kit for K. If guilty will provide necessary de-bugging of dental orifice. If not, is a cheerful, thoughtful gift all together."

Note to self: "Mia, on second thought, add condolence card. Leave blank. Same reason as above but blank card might be reused by K at a later date should husband suffer immediate heart seizure at discovery of wife's activities on the job... or giving a job..."