01.30.04 | 1:03 p.m.

My boss, Meatball, just spent the last 20 minutes waiting while the department store she phoned verified that they did indeed carry lady's earmuffs -- and not the kind that fit the back of the head, NO! The kind with the over the head band.

"It's cold outside and I don't want to have to walk all the way over there if you don't even have the earmuffs I want!" I heard her proclaim.

The store she called is not even a block from our building. I could have been there and back, twice, by the time she hung up the phone.

Turns out, they have them for sale on the first floor.

Boy o' boy! I can't wait to check out her new muffs!