This is going to be the shortest post ever. Believe it or not, I’m not always verbose! :)
The Visual: I’m sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with my chin resting on my fist, my elbow resting on my thigh, with my laptop in front of me.
My Reality: You know you are in a mind-numbing meeting when you are sitting there and all of a sudden feel something wet pooling on your thigh and your arm feels damp and cold. You look down and realize that you’ve drooled all the way down your arm until you have a nice wet spot on your jammie pants.
Oh my word…that shit is just wrong.