Fire the Secretary

Well isn't this just about how things go. DH kindly took the last Diet Pepsi in the house this morning, Shorty claims I will be fine with his sour green apple spiderman pop (gross stuff BTW), I can tell you I will not be fine. If I fire up a pot of coffee, I will drink it all (that's just how it goes with me), and be too wired to do anything but twitch. Which means I finally have to do my list of errands that should have been done yesterday, but due to my slacking, err, I mean schedule, still are yet to be done.

Dang. I should fire the secretary.