Out of Office

I was out of the office for awhile. The new girl introduced me to a new section of the building where you all work - at least that is what you call it. <wink, wink> I really thought I may be on an adventure vacation. I was quite pleased with the prospect of letting my hair down, but I learned quite quickly that this was no walk in the park. I soon found myself hanging from the back of your picture boxes starring off into a wall of grey. Thank goodness I have been found. I did not wish to fall and bruise any of my stunning orange skin. My new hiding spot reminds of the beach. I must try out a swimsuit sometime. I do declare that my self-tanner bod could turn heads. I am looking out onto a tan surface, reminds me of sand. And, from time to time things heat up here and I need some lotion so my cheeks don't burn. I am much more attractive orange than brown. Am I right, ladies? While at the beach I would like to be sipping little beverages with umbrellas in them but instead I am learning a valuable lesson - seems some grown-ups do not wish to grow up. You humans, with your two eyes, are quite peculiar indeed. Here's to being found before my tan lines start showing.