I've come to the conclusion that I apparently work over an epicenter in the earth from where all energy flows to nourish drama queens in the universe. It's obviously a strong magnetic field there that sucks them in closer. So if a drama queen would drive by...they are compelled to fill out an application.

I've had to think about this theory for awhile, because this could mean I’m actually a drama queen. Anyone that actually knows me knows at work I'm more of the ice queen. I'm adrenaline challenged due to over abuse by others.

So let's say God likes sitcoms, so he puts the ice queen in the middle of a pack of drama queens. Let's face it, if you are bored, drama queens can be quite entertaining.

The basis of the story line is to see how long it takes for the ice queen to start babbling like an idiot and run screaming for the nearest mental health center, forevermore to be a born again drama queen.

Well yesterday God’s little storyline almost climaxed. I had a bomb threat at work. I'll spare you from the drama and the comedy. Nobody went boom. Nothing was found creating a tense moment deciding to cut the blue vs. the red wire.

I just can't wait to see what is in next week’s script. If this keeps up I'm going to have to renegotiate my contract for a stunt woman.