indomitable blubber

Here is your two-day progress check: so far, no repercussions from the War of the Roses (scroll down to the post of that name). If The Boss is planning something, she's keeping a poker face about it. I might have gotten away unscathed. This time.

The roses, last I checked, were still wrapped in their plastic sheaths, recumbent atop the receptionists' flat-screen monitors, inadvertently mocking The Boss.

I got my gift of tuna regardless. At least I'll be eating some sort of tuna during my vacation.

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