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Thursday, December 23, 2004

oh my god, joanne! you look unbelievable!

thank you, leah. i know, i know. i thought to myself, i thought, if they won't let me decorate my cubicle this year, what can i decorate? and then i thought, well, they can't decide what i wear or don't wear. so then i just decided, this year, i'll decorate me!

you're like a living christmas tree.

you should have seen my frankles going for the tinsel in my hair! you should have seen it.

the hooks don't hurt you, do they?

oh, of course not. this sweater is so thick that they just loop right in and i don't even feel them. i have to be careful not to lean back in my chair, though! so, are you ready for your big night with your boyfriend?

yeah, i can't wait to see what he got me. well, i know what he was supposed to get me. i gave him a list. he better get it all right, too! ha, ha. i'm only kidding. but not really. you know.

of course, dear. are you going to his house to open presents? ooh, you two must have had fun decorating his christmas tree!

actually, we can't go to his place. he says it's a mess. 'i don't have time to clean, leah!' he says. you know, he's a cop, so when he gets home, i can see how cleaning up is the last thing on his mind. he's so adorable. he doesn't want me to see what a mess he is. so he always comes to my place.

so you've never been there at all?

nah. i'm fine with that. if he thinks he's fooling me into thinking he's not a slob, let him keep his little illusions, you know?

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