My poor husband Spike works and slaves for this family with little or no glory. I remember the days when I was stuck in front of a computer all day, dreaming of my half hour lunch break huddled in a back room with an energy bar and celeb gossip magazine. You couldn't pay me enough to do that again. But Spike has a good attitude about it.
Today was one of those rare times when working in an office actually is like an episode of the t.v. show, The Office. Spike's law firm is on an upper floor of an office building that has a bank at ground level. A few minutes ago my darling Spike was working away at his desk when a memo came across his screen from the office manager. It read:
If you're going to the bank this morning, please wait until we get an "all clear" from the building. The bank is being robbed.
Hopefully that will get him through the rest of the day until he gets to shut off the computer and come home. Hang in there, buddy!
For all you long distance family members who pine for my lovely girls, here's a video of Cher from Monday. She's spent about 10 hours a day doing this ever since she learned on Monday.