
Finally, the Badger called me on my BlackBerry. "Where are you?" Folks, I'd been in the Seattle's Best getting iced coffee, then to the Gifts & Stationery section where I bought so much Girlfriend Giveaway stuff I'm a little embarrassed to tell it. I bought bookmarks featuring Virginia Woolf (the author, not the cat), another glorious bookmark to send to my BFF, a number of pricey cards to write and mail, a pair of sweet little inspirational books of the sort that women send one another, a sarcastic book of the sort that women of a certain age send one another, and a serious book I intend to actually read . . . . I'm short and could not be seen over the shelves from which I shopped feverishly. We met at the checkout area. The Badger had a couple of serious items and his bill was $2.16. I had a haul and my bill was not $2.16.


Monday I came in and set up my desk accessory. The guys all poured in at the start of the day and we chattered sufficiently to get my little parakeets charged up and chirping for the day. "OK, guys, let's huddle before you start your day." We talked about good jobs and potential pitfalls ~ just like every morning. As they shuffled off for their clipboards, supplies and paperwork, one daring soul spoke up. "Limes, who is new home dude?" Said I, "The general public, homey. Everyone I talk to all day, every day." I swear relief could be seen on his face! "Glad to hear it, Limes. Glad to know it's not . . . " "Oh, home dudes, never! "
In my ears right now: Carlos Santana, "Black Magic Woman".
Something that charmed me: On my fridge at home is a magnet I've had for a few years since my friend brought it back from a cruise to the Caribbean. It is a voo doo doll. It's not generic white like new home dude. Who knows how or why, readers, but it looks an awful lot like Ex. I've had that magnet on my fridge door for 6 years straight. Its pins have colored pearl heads and really sharp points.
Good that it's the GP and not me! Ouch, where did that pain in my back come from?
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't jab you, Badger. I might bark in your face like a rabid dog facing off a badger, but I wouldn't give you the pin. You need to be 100% for cycling.
ReplyDeleteYikes! I'm with ya on spending hours and hours and lots of money in a book store...but...pins? (Not that there aren't a few folks I'd like to give a good jab!)
ReplyDeleteIt's a pretty funny little thing. David will walk past my desk and look at me quizzically ~ I just take a pin, poke it in the spot that makes the most sense to me and he understands I'm dealing with a stinker!
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