Ever been so tired that everything is just absolutely hilarious??

I have. That’s what about 4 hours of sleep in a 48 hour period will do to you.  It’s great.


The last two nights, I was fortunate enough to work side by side with my shorter friend, which is always a recipe for laughter, meows, and lots of Epi.  These two nights were no exception.  However, around 6:30 am during our second Meg shift, the delusion set in like never before and soon the tears were flowing.  Tears of laughter; don’t worry.  Due to the earth-shattering rumbles coming from my stomach, (I’ve named the creature Otis) we decided to swing into the local Wawa on the way back from the hospital to calm the hungry beast.  


I can only imagine what the people in the store thought as they watched us walk aimlessly around, laughing at everything in sight, and then just stand in the middle of the store because we were too tired to make a decision on what to eat.  After about 37 minutes (ok it was probably only 2 but it felt like forever) and having 4 people offer to let us cut in front of them in line, despite the fact that we had nothing to buy yet, we decided on donuts.  Shocking, I know.  Since the stature of my smaller friend was more convenient to reach the donuts on the lower shelf, which are the ones we wanted, I let her be the one to collect them.  This is where I went wrong.


Now…..everyone knows that there’s that little box of wax paper squares that you’re supposed to use grab your donut or apple fritter so that you don’t contaminate the rest of the treats and spread your cooties to your fellow pastry-lovers.  So imagine my shock when I look down and watch my best friend and work partner reach her small little mitts into the cabinet and grab her chocolate donut all willy-nilly.  You filthy human… use the squares!  I don’t want your dirty paws all over my donut.  Now aware of and embarrassed by her blatant disregard for all of mankind, Small Meg reached into the box and removed one of those squares to collect my donut; vanilla iced with sprinkles.  Mmm.  She chose the perfect one for me, like only a best friend does, removed it from the cabinet with care, so as not to lose any of the precious sprinkles, licked the entire bottom of the donut, and threw it in the bag.  


She licked my donut. Licked it. Like this was socially acceptable. What kind of animal does that?? I’ll tell you who…


…this kind.

And all I could do was laugh hysterically. By the way, I ate the donut.  If I die, now everyone knows why. 

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