Monday, February 14, 2005
MG, MG! Happy heart day!
Oh, hi, Joanne. That's, um, quite a scarf.
I know, you know, I love to spread the love however I can. Today it's with this scarf. Glitter from the hearts keeps getting in my hair, but I think that just makes it more festive!
It is festive.
I just think this is a day to celebrate all the love that's out there, not just romantic. And that reminds me, MG, have you noticed anything strange about Leah?
She seems really happy lately, actually.
Yes! And do you know why? Have you heard anything?
Nah. I thought it must be something to do with her boyfriend, though.
Yes, I think it is. But you haven't heard what?
No. I try to stay out of it. To the extent that it's possible.
Exactly! I'm just like that, too! I try to stay out of people's shrubberies, if you know what I mean. That's what I call it, 'getting into people's shrubberies.' And I never spread around other people's personal business.
Yeah, good.
But, MG, you haven't heard anything? About Leah? And her boyfriend? Like why they aren't engaged yet? For instance, like that he's already married and has a family and is cheating on them with her?
Oh, no. I hadn't heard anything like that.
Goodness! Well, I just assumed you'd already heard. I wouldn't spread it around, otherwise. I just thought you already knew. Isn't it just horrible, though?
Doesn't sound good. I guess the signs were kind of there, though, weren't they?
Well, I never thought so! He's so romantic! Always sending flowers, always calling, always sending little notes...
Sounds like a man who feels guilty, to me.
Well, I just think it's awful. Think of his poor wife, and those kids. Those beautiful children! When they find out, it's going to just tear them apart! The wife will cry and cry and try to hide it from the kids, but the younger woman will win out, and there'll be an ugly court separation. And in the end, the wife will have to get a job at some awful corporation just to pay her bills, and have nobody to go home to at night except her cats! And then they'll die of old age one by one, and where will that poor wife be then?
God, Joanne--
Oh, goodness. It must be all that Valentine's chocolate from the reception desk going to my head. I never should have eaten so many carbs in the afternoon. I'm fine now. Sorry. Well, happy Valentine's Day!
Um, yeah. You, too.
Oh, hi, Joanne. That's, um, quite a scarf.
I know, you know, I love to spread the love however I can. Today it's with this scarf. Glitter from the hearts keeps getting in my hair, but I think that just makes it more festive!
It is festive.
I just think this is a day to celebrate all the love that's out there, not just romantic. And that reminds me, MG, have you noticed anything strange about Leah?
She seems really happy lately, actually.
Yes! And do you know why? Have you heard anything?
Nah. I thought it must be something to do with her boyfriend, though.
Yes, I think it is. But you haven't heard what?
No. I try to stay out of it. To the extent that it's possible.
Exactly! I'm just like that, too! I try to stay out of people's shrubberies, if you know what I mean. That's what I call it, 'getting into people's shrubberies.' And I never spread around other people's personal business.
Yeah, good.
But, MG, you haven't heard anything? About Leah? And her boyfriend? Like why they aren't engaged yet? For instance, like that he's already married and has a family and is cheating on them with her?
Oh, no. I hadn't heard anything like that.
Goodness! Well, I just assumed you'd already heard. I wouldn't spread it around, otherwise. I just thought you already knew. Isn't it just horrible, though?
Doesn't sound good. I guess the signs were kind of there, though, weren't they?
Well, I never thought so! He's so romantic! Always sending flowers, always calling, always sending little notes...
Sounds like a man who feels guilty, to me.
Well, I just think it's awful. Think of his poor wife, and those kids. Those beautiful children! When they find out, it's going to just tear them apart! The wife will cry and cry and try to hide it from the kids, but the younger woman will win out, and there'll be an ugly court separation. And in the end, the wife will have to get a job at some awful corporation just to pay her bills, and have nobody to go home to at night except her cats! And then they'll die of old age one by one, and where will that poor wife be then?
God, Joanne--
Oh, goodness. It must be all that Valentine's chocolate from the reception desk going to my head. I never should have eaten so many carbs in the afternoon. I'm fine now. Sorry. Well, happy Valentine's Day!
Um, yeah. You, too.
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