Why are the crazies so in love with me?

So last week there was an administrative meeting between the court and the prosecutor's office. It was your run-of-the-mill waste-two-hours-listening-to-a-few-people-complain and wonder-why-you're-there kind of staff meeting. Luckily, I didn't have to go, so I didn't.

I did, however, get the scoop from the girls in my office that did go. Apparently, this crazy clerk was complaining about me - some garbarge about me blaming her for something - I honestly don't know what she was talking about. Either way, it irked me that she went to a meeting I wasn't even at and tried to call me out for something she should have talked to me about directly.

So this morning I see her two-faced self in the hall and she is CRAZY sweet to me. Not just nice. CRAZY nice. She's all: "Hey gorgeous!" ((smile smile)) "How you doin' today, hon?"

Then just now I got this email from her, with this subject heading:

"I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT MARRIAGE LIFE AGREES WITH YOU. YOU ARE LOOKING REALLY NICE TODAY."

This is what the body said:

"I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT MARRIAGE LIFE AGREES WITH YOU. YOU ARE LOOKING REALLY NICE TODAY. YOU ALWAYS LOOK NICE ANYWAYS.

I DON'T THINK I HAVE EVER SEEN YOU IN A DRESS BEFORE. BUT YOU DO LOOK GOOD IN A DRESS. :)"

So I have a new theory about people that write messages in all caps, and it involves them being crazy and bi-polar.