My shop list is long with many to dos, and as soon as I fuel the jets I'll get out of here. If only someone would make the coffee, cook my breakfast and have my shower for me, I would be eternally greatful. I have my suspicians that the stork was tipsy and dropped me at the wrong address. Surely I was meant for England and the royal palace. Sigh, of all the times to drink on the job!!! Well, I suppose it was so close to Christmas there were office parties involved. It's really difficult conforming to this place where I have to do everything for myself when it's abundantly clear I was meant for a silver spoon existance.
Well, sitting here moping isn't helping and my puppies are staring through me for the lamb chops I promised. They think they live in a palace, they dine off of china, Blue Willow to be exact...blue china to match the blue blood. At least someone around here is getting the royal treatment!