Perfection

My two co-workers are out of the office today which means I have the whole thing all to myself. Heaven. Not that I don't like them, I love them, they're great. But do you know what this means? I can listen to internet radio all stinkin' day. Broadway tunes for the WHOLE work day. In case you didn't know this about me already- Broadway makes me very, very, very happy. Very. So it's "My Fair Lady," "Annie Get Your Gun," "Hello Dolly!" "Rent," "Oliver!" etc., showtunes as loud as I can sing them without really embarassing myself in front of a waiting room full of cancer patients.