Sitting in traffic this morning with my windows down, listening to Can’t fight the moonlight by LeAnn Rimes and trying to hit her high notes and adding in that nasal ‘country’ effect.
Only to look to my right and see a construction van with it’s windows down and two late 20’s guys looking at me, about to burst into laughter.
I hope I don’t see them in traffic again!

When I arrived at work Charissa had bought me some juju (that’s what she called it), in the form of a mochachino. So lovely of her! :satisfied: She said it’s because we’ve had a long, hard week at work and we deserve it! I totally agree.