My two work besties are MIA.  One is enjoying the leisures of temporary “stay-at-home mom” status and the other her honeymoon.

This means, of course, that I am alone here.  Like a dog.  I have no one with whom I can sneak away to Saks or take a quick jaunt for coffee.  These are the things that keep one from shoe-lacing oneself from a coat rack.  That, and I don’t wear shoes with laces to work.  Unless you count my Sperrys, but I doubt those would be long enough to accomplish anything more than a dreadfully-positioned rope burn.