If I laughed this much with a co-worker, I would constantly be worried that the boss would yell at us. But the BOSS is the one who causes all the laughter! The things that come out of his mouth (usually rapid fire and dead pan) have me DYING laughing! NO... not my normal giggle... the EMBARRASING, WHEEZING kind of laughter!!!

Today - right as the phone rang, he yelled over to me that he wanted to answer it with clicks. I didn't know what he meant until he started practicing this "clicking" language... right before picking up the phone!

I laughed so hard, I couldn't breathe. Really!!!! And him??? He just answered it completely professionally; the person on the other end was none the wiser! Had I been the one answering the phone - sigh.... well, could I REALLY get in trouble if HE was the one causing it???

Thankfully - I DO actually do some WORK. And apparently, I am fast and efficient at it. (maybe that's why Boss feels so free to joke with me? He knows I'll get my work done - even with the stand up routine!)

The following is the conversation that happened today. Please tell me - Is this as funny as I think it is??? Or am I just sleep deprived??? LOL

This is VERBATIM what happened. I kid you not.

(Dreemsteem finishes the latest task and signs off on it to Boss)

Boss: YEAH! High fives! (high-fives Dreemie's hand) You're a PRO!!! .... and not the other kind.

Dreemie: (arches brow) What other kind of PRO is there???

Boss: phylatic! Prophylactic. (I immediately bark with laughter as he walks away and mumbles under his breath, "I don't even know what that means.")

Dreemie: (covering my entire face with my hands because I'm laughing so hard) Are you serious?!?!?! (now doubled over with laughter) Ummmmm. It's a condom.

Boss: Um. Oh no. Um. Oh my gosh. Well. There it was! Thought I was being clever - and I'm just a creeper.

*three seconds later*

Boss: I don't know words.

*three seconds later*

Boss: Oh my gosh. I need a dictionary for my birthday.

*three seconds later*

Boss: Please don't sue the company.

*three seconds later*

Boss: Maybe someone called me that as a kid? And I never asked what it meant cuz I was too embarrassed.

*three seconds later*

Boss: Why did I think it was a probiotic suppository that made you poop???

and.... at this point, I was done. I couldn't talk, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but laugh my life away. As soon as I recovered, I promptly wrote down the ENTIRE conversation on my phone, and told him -

"... and THAT is going in my post today!"

He felt a teeny bit deflated, because just the day before I was telling him that all my commenters were saying he was a wonderful, mythical creature - like a beautiful unicorn. (you know - the boss that actually makes you happy to go to work!)

But before he got too depressed, I told him, "Don't worry. I'm anonymous, and I'm not gonna use your real name!!!!"

But I'll give you a hint. His name rhymes with Pichael Pohnson.

tee hee! just kidding!!! (or am I?)

I will nominate two of my funny friends to participate!!! hehehehe @bengy (of course!!!!) and @c0ff33a (of course!!!) hehehehehe