This Was Really (Carls) Bad

The sun baked my skin relentlessly and I could feel the sweat run in rivulets down my back as my flesh sizzled like bacon, frying in the scalding sun.

Jobbed Out

I sobbed after hanging up the phone. I looked at my husband and said: “I got the job!”

Spruce ‘Em Up

We had a tree decorating contest at work this past week and competition was fierce.