I'm rolling over on the floor laughing. The Feds! Shadow Boy was working for the FEDS! I was certainly surprised, I'll give him that! This man, who came to everyday looking for the bathroom was working for the Feds? Good Lord: I fear for America's security.

Now in less that a few days the FBI's going to come in here and begin tearing through all the files. No one's supposed to even know about this but Moron's brain is the size of a peanut so it's not that hard to figure things out around here. I've already taken some of my belongings, well, the ones I don't want Moron to realize I have. My kids are sure baffled about why there's a shrine to Carol, the secretary in Dilbert on the kitchen table, but they know better than ask questions about Mom's work. It's not like I want to give my kids nightmares. They have school to do that.

Ooh, that reminds me, with all this FBI crap I have to review some deals I have with Spaulding Security. Would want those to go to waste, now do I?

Oh, and I forgot to add this: A phone call I received at the office a month ago:

Me: (pick up phone) Hello?

'Mysterious' Voice: Hello. Is Spaulding doing anything illegal?

Me: Not that I know of.

My Conscience: LIAR! LIAR LIAR!

Me: Do you want me to lose our job?

Conscience: Oh. Sorry.

Me: Thank you. (to phone) No, sorry.

'Mysterious' Voice: Oh. Are you sure?

Me: I am sure of it as I am that Alan is a competent and kind boss.

Conscience: MWAHAHAHAHA!

'Mysterious' Voice: Oh. Well then, could you tell Gus to buy some Macaroni and Cheese on his way home then.

Me: No problem. Goodbye.

'Mysterious' Voice: Bye!

The Magical Talking Houseplant strikes again.