Category: Miss Tootsie Mae
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Lord have mercy, look at them. Like a pack of colorful, sugar-crazed locusts descendin’ on a freshly mowed lawn. Honestly, if these kids put half as much effort into findin’ their shoes in the mornin’ as they do chasin’ down a plastic egg filled with three stale jellybeans, we’d have a much quieter Sunday. Now…
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Well hey there, sugar.It’s me, Miss Tootsie Mae — the woman your HR department prays you never quote directly. I’ve lived long enough to know two things: men will lie about the weather, and workplaces will lie about “team alignment.” I’ve survived office politics, church politics, and three husbands who all thought “taking out the…
