9 Feb 2009
11:45 am
OK so three things have happened today already and it's not even noon.
1. Naomi made a valiant attempt to "bring back" stretch pants. Great, because who doesn't want pants that pull DOWN on the ass? Am I right ladies? They were short and kinda felted, having done some hard time in a hot dryer over the years, so the stirrups were not hooked under the arch of her foot (thank God), but rather, hanging out at calf level. Cute, cute, cute. Oh, I almost forgot... they were pink.
p.s.: don't tell me that that's not an actual "happening," you don't know the toll this sort of thing takes on my psyche.
2. My two office mates started packing, so I'm typing this from behind a maze of 5 foot tall file box stacks.
3. Mr. Man just popped his head in the door to say, "hi." I almost did a spit-take with my latte.
Oh
holy mother! Why now? I seriously have not seen him in months and had
almost forgotten about Vegas Shagfest '08. All I can do is cross my
fingers that he does not make a move on me. Because if the past is any
indication, I am utterly defenseless to the man's magnetic pull on my
virginia. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, things were just starting to
get good with Mr. Fixerupper. I swear, men have a radar for this stuff.
They know exactly when to swoop in to stop you from moving on
completely. I may have to feign illness and work from home just to be 100% safe.
