Earlier today at work, I walked up to my friend Denise’s desk and waved a teabag at her.
“Hey Denise,” I said. “Can I give you this pear and apple teabag in exchange for one of your cranberry, strawberry and peach ones?”
“Sure,” said Denise. “Here you go.”
It wasn’t until I got back to my desk that it occurred to me just how frightfully girly that was.
I feel… dirty, somehow. Soon I’ll be talking about shoes and shopping and makeup.
Right. Time to watch Prison Break. Seeing an innocent inmate getting his toes lopped off should bring me back down to earth with a bump. Phew!