Our Life on the Funny Pages

GOD DAMN IT!!! My wife came to the office again today. Doesn't she know enough not to come bother me in my place of work??? A wife's place is NOT the office!

Luckily, Bumstead hid me in the closet, but she figured that out. Speaking of "figure," I know a lot of people think my wife is an old battle axe. And, well, she does have linebacker shoulders, but otherwise? Chi chi chi! What a bod! She's got nice legs, and an hour glass figure. Just like one of my favorite movie stars, Rita Hayworth. Now there's a looker!

I told this story at my Rotary lunch today. My buddy wondered why Bumstead has a closet. I came to find out that people generally don't have closests in their offices. Huh. Also, I found out that most middle manager flunkeys (like Bumstead) don't even have OFFICES anymore. They have something called cubules or something. Apparently, these cubules are as small as Bumstead's closet. Boy, I need to re-consider Bumstead's office space. He's way too comfortable.

But if I moved him to a cubule, how would I hide from Cora? I guess I could stop doing things that make her mad, but how's that possible? She's a woman, and you never know what's going to set them off, you know?