Dramatic tragedies (i.e., events that induce passionate “Oh my goshes” and “WHAT??’s”) in the lives of Sbass and Monica:
The magazine comes back and the text is printed in light blue instead of extra light blue.
A friend called: She stubbed her toe.
We run downstairs for cake and Doressa says, “No no girls, cake is tomorrow.” ;{
The light comes ON over Sbass desk.
The doctor calls: The scale we were weighed on yesterday is five pounds off.
It’s gift wrapping time and...there’s NO ribbons!!
There’s no concealer in the purse; time to flee the premises for Rite Aide
A b e e i s d i v e b o m b ing in the office.
Sbass being ARRESTED in the name of a fundraiser. I repeat, not for real, in the name of a fundraiser.
Someone calls and can’t understand why they don’t have dates for their events yet, must be a murder mystery!!!
It’s time to call someone...on the Phone!
The machine is out of machine sandwiches :[
The TV loses its signal during the finale of Biggest Loser
The tennis match has been CANCELED!
The BMW’s been hammered...Oh Wait! That actually IS bad!!
OH MY... shirts too low...it's time to flee the premises again to...friends drawer.
Do you work?....Just Wondering.
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