Lunchbreak!

I feel like Sam the Sheepdog today. Do you know that Warner Bros. cartoon? I think it was made before anyone's time, but a lot of '70s and '80s kids must have seen an episode or two.

Sam the dog and Ralph the wolf are these mild-mannered, friendly co-workers. They show up at the time-clock together, exchange plesantries, stash their lunches and punch in for the day. Then they fight like, well, sheepdog and wolf until a factory whistle blows and they break for a peaceable lunch. (Poor, never-successful Ralph usually has a few lumps by lunchtime, but he munches his sandwich, decants Thermos coffee and carries on.)

I just heard an internal whistle blow and decided it is LUNCHBREAK time here at the casa de interminable laborar! Therefore, I will put aside the game face, lose the business voice, and RELAX for the next 25 minutes.

I may even leave for a quick loop to the post office and the Subway (where they brew the best sweet tea!). I may crank some music. I MAY go groom my unruly, dried-into-frizzy-curls head. (Mmm... actually not that likely.) Oh, oh -- but I REALLY may dip into that new package of pricey, all-natural Cheetos substitutes. (What can I say? Thoughts of hair automatically lead me to thoughts of snacks! I'd almost always rather munch than straighten. I have no priorities at all -- so NOT a real Southern lady!)

P'shaw the details; this point remains: I am currently ON BREAK! OFF DUTY! Feelin' free! For at least 18 more minutes....

In the meanwhile, enjoy this preview of me after lunch. I'll be the serious, red-topped one holding the disgruntled problems at bay. (Oh, and look at that! My aforementioned hair is remarkably like the sheepdog's today! Can I pick a character reference or can I!?) Ta ra, ta ra!