I swear, some days at work are so covered in awesome that I feel guilty getting paid for being there. Today was just that kind of day. I'm NOT making this up or exaggerating, I promise. This totally happened.
I'm in the back office doing my lunch lady thing when I hear the other lunch ladies freaking out up front. Of course, I'm nosy, so I head up there to see what's going on. There was POOP on the floor of the lunch room. There was some smeared on the floor and a couple of actual turds. We figured some animal must have gotten inside when they had doors propped open during sports practice or something. Since 300 kids are going to be in there eating lunch in 45 minutes, we immediately called one of the janitors to come deal with it. 10 minutes later Gary had the job finished (hee hee, see what I did there?) and comes back into the kitchen. He said, and I kid you not, "That wasn't poop, it was a candy bar. I think it was a Baby Ruth." Of course, I did what anybody would do, I yelled, "DOODIE!!" Yes people, my job is Caddyshack! Does life get any cooler? Oh wait, yes it does! First off, I asked him if he took a bite from it - sadly, he did not. BUT, and listen to this, When I got into my car to go home after work, 'I'm All Right' was playing on the radio! I think I've pretty much reached Nirvana and everything else in life is going to be downhill from here.
In other news, I'd like to report that my husband went kite surfing in Maui yesterday and lived to tell the tale, which is a good thing because I'm not sure if his life insurance covers acts of mid-life crises stupidity.