I don't take tuna sans to the office cause tuna is...well...bold.
Thus, today I had my tuna on a bun in one hand, my mouse in the other, and I may have been swilling Gatorade from a beverage bonnet.
DoY: Yummy tummy Tuna!
Me: (feverishly sorting 27,000 emails) Mine!
DoY: (royal sneer) Don't be obtuse. Everything is mine.
Me: If this computer is yours, how come you aren't helping me test the new software?
DoY: As far as I'm concerned software is the royal blankie on the royal couch. And don't change the subject. Where's my royal tuna?
Me: Well, the truth is I ran out of tuna and bread so I put this last couple spoonfuls in a hot dog bun.
DoY: (gasping) Hot WHAT?
Me: It's really delicious, like a lobster roll but with tuna!
DoY: LOBSTER?? Things are looking up.
Me: No lobster. Tuna. Except I just ate the last of it.
DoY: My real mom lets me order sushi.
Me: I know for an ironclad fact she does not. She changed her login and password after you tried Seamless.
DoY: Well, it's lunch time, and you're slacking off here. Snap to it!
Me: I have some left over crow I had to eat for not updating my software ten years ago after everyone told me Word 2004 was outmoded and I dawdled along paying no mind.
DoY: Bird! Yum!
Me: I saved you the best part. It's seasoned with my shredded ego.
DoY: Quit talking, start serving.
Me: Hang on for just a minute, there are only 25,000 emails left to sort.
The great email disorganization is finished, but if you're waiting on a reply to something you sent a while back, please feel free to resend.