It's here. The dreaded PMS cycle has began.
Last night Skipper was all wound up......she was rummaging
through every
trash bin in the neighborhood trying to find restaurant receipts!
Apparently she had forgotten to save one from a business lunch,
and couldn't get reimbursed without one! After she rummaged
the bins to no avail, she started hitting up poor Chiquita.
"You've got to have at least one! You're
always filing expense reports! Dammit! Give me one! Go find
one! NOW!" I paused to
set my cocktail down on a coaster, then calmly informed her
that my company doesn't require receipts for meals. They just
give us a certain amount per
day wherever we go, and we have to stay within the limit.
She popped a curler on that one! "Really! How do they
know how much you're really spending?! You could probably
claim $30 for eating at McDonald's!!" I removed my cocktail
from the coaster, lifted to her and replied "Exactly."
With that, she gathered up her crutches and hobbled off to
resume her rummaging. I giggled to myself as I bit into the
olive. |
