rumours, rumours everywhere

so i've missed a couple of days of work this week because i was severely incapacitated by a chest cold. i return today to find my Dilbert cubicle entirely covered in post it notes. damn my useless coworkers. however, since the post it notes were mostly blue and pink, everyone thinks i'm preggers. then, i'm talking to a technician who asks me if i work at Babydolls, a strip joint here in town. it seems someone saw me dancing there. i must have a twin because i've been out of town or doped up on Nyquil for the past week. i think i'll just let these ridiculous ideas continue to circulate since my real life consists of a daily MickeyD's run and intermittent blogging. here's to my new pregnant, naked self!