When the Guys are Away...

The girls will play (or at least, pretend to).

This week, my boss, my other boss, and the coworker in the cube next to me are in London on "business." Do you know what I would give to be in London on "business" right now? A lot. Especially if my company was covering the expenses.

So, all that's left in my row of cubicles are myself and two other girls that just happen to be around my age. This morning we got the brilliant idea that we should make it look like we're not working at all whilst they're out on "holiday," so we staged some funny pictures really quick to send to our coworkers via Twitter, you know, to make them "jealous" (and then, of course, we got back to work).

Just, you know, catching up on the latest.

There's no better time to paint your toe-nails, right?

Lounging on the lovesacs.

And somehow, I managed to be productive today. Go figure.

And Now, A Word About American Idol...

Yeah, I watched [some] of it.

Enough to see this happen:

Which was then enough for my jaw to drop (yeah, at a girl), my hands to push away the bag of M&M's I was eating, and my mind to briefly consider going bulimic just this one time. 

It is now my goal to look like Carrie Underwood as soon as humanly possible (she's the one on the left, in case you didn't know).

Okay, you can stop laughing now. It's not nice. 

I really think I can do this. I just have to eat less than 500 calories a day, work out for 3 hours straight, 6 days a week, and get super tan. It's going to be great. I already went out and purchased my healthy food and swore off sugar for the remainder of my existence (ha! yeah, right.)

Also, please don't tell Chad. He'll think I'm doing this for him (yeah, he drools over Carrie - and quite frankly, I don't blame him). But really, I'm doing it because I just want to be her. 

I would also accept Jennifer Aniston 

(with her sneaky hot body in Just Go With It)

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