boss: trouble at home? me: [jumps awake at my desk] yeah boss: wife giving you grief? me: there's a bee in my kitchen

My wife tried to apply at the post office but they wouldn't letter. They said only mails work here.

I need to get my shit together. It's in little piles in my kitchen & then there's some more in my wife's closet.

I lost my voice. If whoever finds it could resume screaming at my ex-husband, that would be much appreciated.