So Bossman’s wife, Drama Queen, is pregnant. She is having a difficult time performing the daily tasks of a normal person. Her newest problem is washing her hair. That’s right, washing her hair. By the end of the day, she’s just too tired to do it. I can relate (somewhat), and I’m not even pregnant.

But her solution to the problem is the real kicker. She’s going to go to the hair stylist on a regular basis and pay her $5 to wash her hair. Must be nice. I wonder if I can pay someone to shave my legs.

The other day I was at work reviewing a document while Bossman was on the phone. I kept hearing him asking how to spell the person’s last name.

Bossman: (hanging up the phone, laughing) “You are never going to believe this woman’s last name.”

Me: “Really, what is it?”

Bossman: “I’m going to spell it and you tell me how you think you would pronounce it. B-I-C-H”

Me: “umm, beech”

Bossman: “Nope. It’s bitch.”

(laughing)

Me: “Man I would hate to be her secretary. Mrs. Bitch’s office. How may I help you”

Bossman: “You would think she would change her last name or pronounce it differently.”

Me: “Maybe she’s proud to be a bitch Bich.”

Bossman: (laughing) “You’re bad.”

A few days later Bossman sent Mrs. Bich an email, and it bounced back.

Bossman: (frustrated) “God bless it.”

Me: “What’s wrong.”

Bossman: “This email bounced back.”

Bossman calls Mrs. Bich’s secretary and asks her to spell her email address out.

Bossman: “Guess what. Her name is Vich, and she pronounces it “vic”. I don’t know what I was thinking.”