AcidGrunt really wanted to get the face rig software from Steam, so I bought it for him in exchange for a sketch. :P (pretty nifty piece of software, actually. If they had a badger rig, I'd totally get it myself! XD)

"No, you daft bugger! The OTHER Left!" I squeaked into the phone, trying to make sure I was heard over the sound of the blow-dryer. I was taking a "little" day from work, but things weren't going too smoothly. You see, there was supposed to be a presentation for a client today, and while my partners could handle that no problem, my bloody intern couldn't find the printouts they would need to pull it off.

"Are you looking in the bottom drawer, like I told ye? Well, how 'bout looking in the BOTTOM DRAWER ON THE LEFT like I told ye to do the FIRST time! Oh, they're there, are they?" I swear, the stoat was as thick as molasses. The first thing I'd told him before getting in the bath was "The documents you need are in the bottom drawer in the filing cabinet to the left of my desk." He calls back 20 minutes later, while Bella's busy drying me off, in a complete panic cause he can't find them. Where has he looked, ye ask? Everywhere BUT the one place I told him to look.

I hung up the phone and turned to Bella. "Ye know, Bell, sometimes being this size just really, really sucks." She pulled her nose out of the book she was reading. "Hmmm? What was that, chére? Oh, don't worry about it, everything will be fine. Tell you what, you need to calm down a little, or you're going to be stuck like this longer. How bout a cookie when we're done here?"

Cookie? My ears perked up. Yeah, sometimes being this size isn't so bad after all.

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