They flushed out the hydrants outside the office this morning, and Boss-Lady let me dash outside, kick off my shoes, hike up my skirt, and run around in the water in the street splashing up a storm. The people driving by were laughing at me.
Sometimes it's good to be five years old again, just for a few minutes. Plus it's been gods-bloody-awful hot here, and walking back into the air-conditioned office with wet feet felt divine.
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