Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with NCIS, or any of the films/books mentioned or used. I'm not making any profit, and this story is written purely for its limited entertainment value.
Dear Diary,
Had absolutely no idea what to wear this morning. One of those days when I feel all fat and yucky, and want nothing more than to just stay in bed, and eat dangerous amounts of chocolate, and drink wine obscenely early in the day. Still, got out of bed in manner of mythological heroine, and pulled on black trouser suit. Beginning to suspect it has actual magical properties, as I did look pretty good despite PMT misery.
After that, the day was fairly easy. Kissed hubby on the cheek on the way out, and got on with business.
They lived, but I'd have been almost disappointed if I'd got them first time.
Yours,
Max
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