Moving the heating pad off my stomach, I pull my phone off the coffee table. I check the time and groan. Right now, I really wish I had a real job where I could call in sick. Not that I don’t love spending time with Indy, but well . . . I’m PMSing and just want to curl up and nap all day. And eat chocolate. No wonder I was all weepy yesterday at Archer’s. Of course, he did keep surprising me which added to my heightened emotions.
Podría ser yo y no querer ir a la oficina
